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Learn To Appreciate . . .
Learn To Appreciate . . .
 
A man raced down the hospital steps one rainy day and jumped into a passing bus with the remark,
“What a beautiful day it is!” The rain was pouring in torrents, it was dreadfully cold and everyone
was bemoaning the foul weather. The conductor remarked, half amused, “You must be mad, Mister,
to call this a beautiful day.”
 
“You’d be as mad with delight”, the man replied with enthusiasm, “If you also had recovered your
sight after three years of blindness.”
 
We should learn to appreciate what we have. Let us enjoy the pleasures that are ours, instead of
pining for those we miss. The following little verse may be remembered in this context
 
Winter makes us long for Spring
Darkness for the down;
We always seem to miss them most,
Our playmates when they’re gone . . .
 
 

Story by - Unknown
[714]
Posted by Unknown on Thursday, September 21, 2006 at 20:20 Comments (2)

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I am there within you . . .
I am there within you . . .
 
Don’t look for me behind you,
I’ll not be there following you.
 
Don’t look for me ahead of you,
I’ll not be there leading you.
 
Don’t look for me besides you,
I’ll not be there to give you shoulder to lean.
 
Look for me within you,
I'll be there to make u stronger
I’ll be there to tell you V R one
I’ll be there to tell u I am nothing without you . . .
 
 
( Thanks "Rasshhh", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..
  and likes to dedicate this Poem to "Vna, Missing you a lot in Japan". . . )

Poem by - Rasshhh
[713]
Posted by Rasshhh on Wednesday, September 20, 2006 at 20:16 Comments (2)

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Relationships are work . . .
Relationships are work . . .
 
They say “it takes two” to make a good relationship,
And that’s why I’m asking for your help.
I really love you, but things aren’t right between us,
And I can’t fix it alone.
 
They say “relationships are work,”
And I’m willing to work at what we have because,
I don’t want to lose the good things we share.
I really don’t want to lose you.
 
They say “don’t expect someone you love to be able to read your mind-
Tell them what you want and what you need.”
 
That’s why I’m telling you,
I still believe you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
 
That’s why I’m hoping,
You will help me peel away the parts that aren’t right,
Because underneath that is the greatest love I’ve ever known.
 
We are worth it.
I believe that with all my heart!
 

A friend is someone who thinks you're a good egg even though you're slightly cracked . . .
 
 
( Thanks "Anup Joseph", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )

Poem by - Anup Joseph
[712]
Posted by Anup Joseph on Tuesday, September 19, 2006 at 20:15 Comments (2)

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Shoes . . .
Shoes . . .

As Mahatma Gandhi stepped aboard a train one day, one of his shoes slipped
off and landed on the track. He was unable to retrieve it as the train was
moving.
 
To the amazement of his companions, Gandhi calmly took off his other shoe
and threw it back along the track to land close to the first.
 
Asked by a fellow passenger why he did so, Gandhi smiled. "The poor man who
finds the shoes lying on the track," he replied, "will now have a pair he
can use."


Story by - Unknown
[711]
Posted by Unknown on Monday, September 18, 2006 at 20:17 Comments (0)

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Don't fall in love with someone you can live with
Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Sunday, September 17, 2006 at 20:02 Comments (0)

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Why am I so lost . . .
Why am I so lost . . .
 
The mornings are dull and the evenings lull,
In my thoughts moments freeze and faces desiccate,
and suddenly I have questions haunting me about my fate.
 
Why am I so lost and why do I have to doubt myself?
This question goes unanswered in the wake of midnight,
I am a lost child knowing not what is wrong or right.
 
The buried past has come alive,
Do I still have the power to fight the tide?
I am becoming feeble, failing to see anybody by my side.
 
The diary notes flutter and make me recall,
Fate says, life is never what you dreamt innocent child of mine,
O friend please come and save the pal of thine.
 
All worldly relations seems to morph into dealings,
People around you are carrying fake feelings,
But you never learnt the art of sealing.
 
Let the time tick waiting for the best pick,
Feel the cool breeze and gaze the soothing moon,
Hoping that the nick will heal very soon . . .


( Thanks "Bansi lal Lunayach", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..
  and he likes to dedicate this Poem to "all close friends of mine including “Snow White” ". . . )
 
 
Poem by - Bansi lal Lunayach
[709]
Posted by Bansi lal Lunayach on Thursday, September 14, 2006 at 20:17 Comments (2)

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I YET don’t know . . .
I YET don’t know . . .

What is this strange feeling struggling inside, trying to come out of my heart
Is it love?
Is it pain? or is it something else?
I YET don’t know..
 
I'm not heartbroken, I've not lost anything but had everything.. Then what is this feeling..
Is it love?
Is it pain? or is it something else?
I YET don’t know..
 
Let me close my eyes, go back to the sweet memories we both had together..
Oooh it was soo wonderful to recall them.. still that feeling..
Is it love?
Is it pain?
I YET don’t know..
 
Am I scared of my future..
Is it bcos of love?
Is it bcos of pain? or is it bcos of something else
I YET don’t know . . .

( Thanks "Eranga Perera", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )
 
 
Poem by - Eranga Perera
[708]
Posted by Eranga Perera on Wednesday, September 13, 2006 at 20:10 Comments (1)

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