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| If Forgetting you was easy . . . |
If Forgetting you was easy . . .
If forgetting you was as easy as loving you, I would never cry,
i would have moved on with my life and lived like a normal guy,
there would be no more question marks hanging over my head, nor
there would be this thought” Why am i alive, I wish i was dead."
If forgetting you was as easy as loving you, I would never pray,
there would be more happiness with your thoughts out of my way,
dreams would no longer wake me up in the middle of the night,
gazing into the skies, I would never wish to hold onto you tight.
If forgetting you was as easy as loving you, I would never fear,
every rising sun would bring a smile on my face and not a tear,
putting back the broken pieces of my heart, I will dance ahead,
with all the tears gone, my eyes will no longer look dark red.
If forgetting you was as easy as loving you, I would never regret,
no more looking back and remembering the days i want to forget,
there would be no more mountains to scale, no more oceans to swim,
there would be no more harsh feelings even if you start loving him.
If forgetting you was as easy as loving you, I would never fall,
no more running behind you or waiting for your phone call,
there would be no more looking at the door you shut on me,
and no more building of dream homes sitting beside the sea.
Where ever you go, there would always be this voice calling you,
whenever you try to forget me, it would whisper,” I still love you",
it will make you sad, it will make you cry, it will make you realize,
only my love is true and other things in your life are just lies.
You can go anywhere you want, can hide in any place you desire,
my love will never die, it will keep on going higher and higher,
though you have broken my heart and gone very far away,
on your mind, in your heart- Forever Only My love Will Stay . . .
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Thursday, June 16, 2005
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| At Times . . . |
At Times . . .
At times I want to say so many things..
At times I want to tell him how special he is..
At times I want to tell him I love him..
At times I want to kiss him, hug, caress him..
At times I want to show all my love on him..
At times I want to tell him how important he is..
At times I want to tell him I loved him as I never loved anyone before..
At times I want to say it out but I never had those guts to say him..
There was a fear of losing him, a fear what if he said no to me, a fear of ending the bound we share..
I wish I have said him all this because my silence took him away from me
At times I still wish I have said him all this
At times . . .
( Thanks "Anjali", for sending this poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..
and She likes to dedicate this poem to "a friend of mine to whom I want to say all this but I was never able to do that.. " (on her own words) . . . )
Poem by - Anjali
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Wednesday, June 15, 2005
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| How heavy is a glass of water . . . |
How heavy is a glass of water . . .
A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked, "how heavy is this glass of water?" Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g. The lecturer replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it."
"If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance. In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes."
He continued, "And that's the way it is with stress management. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on." "As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden."
"So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it home. You can pick it up tomorrow. Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment if you can." "Relax; pick them up later after you've rested. Life is yours. Enjoy it!
And then he shared some ways of dealing with the burdens of life:
* Accept that some days you're the pigeon, and some days you're the statue.
* Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.
* Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it.
* It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
* Never buy a car you can't push.
* Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
* When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.
* Birthdays are good for you. The more you have, the longer you live.
* You may be only one person in the world, but you may also be the world to one person.
* A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour . . .
( Thanks "Pat Scott", for sending this story & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )
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| Posted by
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Tuesday, June 14, 2005
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| Walk with me . . |
Walk with me . .
My Friend please walk with me hand in hand.
Lets watch the sun shine down and kick up all the sand.
Lets watch the waves roll in and in.
Lets sit there and think of how much we have been though.
No matter if its bad or good.. Lets think in the peacefulness.
Feeling the spray of water spring all about on our faces.
Tell me how your day has been and what you plan to do.
Tell me how your life is going so i can have the best picture of every moment.
Surrounded in my mind will be thoughts of only happiness.
All of which will be of us growing, knowing each other more and more.
Since you are my friend I want to know what makes you cry
I want to know what makes you happy,
I want to know every thing that makes you feel like sparks are gonna fly.
When a boy touches your hand or runs his fingers though your hair,
Does anything they do give you a feeling so true..?
You don’t have to tell me everything,
And even if you don’t.
I’ll still have that picture,
Drawn perfectly in my mind.
Of the most wonderful loving friend,
In all the world i could ever be able to find . . .
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Monday, June 13, 2005
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| If I'am out of the time . . . |
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| Life Goes On . . . |
Life Goes On . . .
In every human life,
there are some moments when one is sad and depressed
Frustrated from every zone of life,
And feel like leaving everything & going away
And Life Goes on..
Some moments in which
one is wrapped with tensions
one wants to get out of them
and fly high in the sky
But cant run away, and life goes on..
Some moments in which,
one who adores hurts sentiments,
one needs a support, a shoulder to dry on,
But doesnt find one, and life goes on..
Some moments in which one gets tired of life
or so intensely hurt that one wants to die
one wishes to end up with
life at that very moment, and life goes on..
And in every human life on day arrives
When there is a big halt to one's life.
And then the people cry
and show that they were concerned
Then the question arises
Do they wait for one's death..,
To care, To understand the one
If so, then wait till death and until then
Life Goes On . . .
Poem by - Unknown
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Thursday, June 09, 2005
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| Somebody . . . |
Somebody . . .
Somebody came into my dreams,
And left a thousand memories.
Somebody became mine,
And left me the waiting.
Somebody is far from me today,
But very close to my heart.
Somebody became a stranger to me,
But left me the Love of a thousand years.
Now the morning beauty is gone,
And the night of loneliness begins.
Somebody got close to me,
And my life completely changed.
Somebody left me to the bitter seasons,
And left me the memories of spring.
Somebody made promises to me,
And left me with a broken heart.
Somebody came into my dreams,
And left a thousand memories.
If you are wondering who was it?
That somebody was . . . .
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| Posted by
4MinutesPerDay
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Wednesday, June 08, 2005
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