The wonderful thing about those years Was that a foundation was being built A structure of sorts, where the choices were mine And I would have to sort my choices out.
The way you look at me when I kiss your lips The way you tickle me just to hear me laugh The way you hold my hand just so I know you’re there The way you caress my body just the way I like it The way you breathe on my neck when we make love at night The way you pretend you don’t care and then can’t hold back your smile The way you laugh at me to see my eyes twinkle The way you sing to yourself and pretend that I can’t hear The way you crowd the bed at night but cuddle with me when I’m asleep The way you comfort me when I cry about nothing The way you surprise me by saying I’m beautiful The way you try to get me to be more like you The way you call me and leave sweet little messages The way you miss me makes me want you more The way you are is all I have ever wanted
The Way to Win ( Inspiration Poem Must Read Once And Forward )..
One day a group of boys
Decided to have a race
They chose to climb a great big tree
And set off at a pace
The rest of their friends gathered
To see the boys at play
They talked about it to themselves
“Will they make it?“ “No way!“
They called up to the children
“You’ll never make it up that tree“
But the boys just kept on climbing
And said “just watch and you will see“
But the others, how they shouted
And thought the boys tried to ignore
They began to drop out one by one
Another, another and then more
But one boy kept on climbing
And made it to the top of the tree
He never lost faith but believed in himself
And said “this won’t defeat me“
The others were quite amazed
At the squirrel at the top of the tree
“How on earth did he do it?“ they said
“Well“, said one, “he’s completely deaf, you see“
So the motto of this poem is
You can reach the top of the tree
Just don’t listen to what others say
Just believe in yourself and you’ll see………
The very experience
of life is only in the
depth of your involvement. Have you noticed
whatever you did
with involvement has
always been a joy.?- SADHGURU.
The snow is white on wood and wold, The wind is in the firs, So dead my heart is with the cold, No pulse within it stirs, Even to see your face, my dear, Your face that was my sun; There is no spring this bitter year, And summer’s dreams are done…