MOTHER

A person you can never relies how important she is
She yells at you for good
When something you don’t want to do
She explains why you should

She is the person who watches you grow
She is the person who notice
How much you change
Each and every day head to toe

She is the person who laughs with u when u laugh
She is the person who cries with u when u cry
She is the person who spends sad says with you
When to ur best friend u have to say last good bye
She is the person, who yells at u when she gets mad
Acts bad with u, when she’s sad
Yet she loves u a lot and that love can never come to end

That’s just cuz she’s ur mother
the one who give u birth
Carrying u inside her for nine months
And going through all the suffer

That’s why we call her mother
The one we understand and trust
Always and for ever…

Days of winter

Lush trees, beauty surrounds me
Allarounds me beautiful birds are singing
silver rivers flow, I wonder where they go
But I'm dragged from my dreas by this
noise of ringing.

Back in the real world
lazily open my eyes.
I slept just five minutes ago
But six hours have passed
I can't be more surprised

I hatefully look at the alarm clock
I wished it would stop ringing and die
I don't want to wake up so early
My cosy bed is where I want to lie.
Now, I might climb out of my bed
But the drowsiness won't go away
Outside a new day is eating up the dying night
My breath white
Days of winter are here to stay.

Cheerfulness removes the rust from the mind, lubricates our inward machinery, and enables us to do our work with fewer creaks and groans. If people were universally cheerful, there wouldn't be half the quarreling or a tenth part of the wickedness there is. Cheerfulness, too, promotes health and morality. Cheerful people live longest here on earth, afterward in our hearts.. What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more, to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness . Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars... and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers - for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.

 To educate yourself for the feeling of gratitude means to take nothing for granted, but to always seek out and value the kind that will stand behind the action. Nothing that is done for you is a matter of course. Everything originates in a will for the good, which is directed at you. Train yourself never to put off the word or action for the expression of gratitude. Gratitude is something of which none of us can give too much. For on the smiles, the thanks we give, our little gestures of appreciation, our neighbors build their philosophy of life.Gratitude is a fruit of great cultivation; you do not find it among gross people. All our moments are last moments. We abide in the forever leaving of our own coming? We can put our hands together, palm to palm, settling here on the last leaf of our brief flight, and bow to the wonder of it.

A New Horizon


Up in the clouds of the sky is a new horizon,
Felling the trees down below is like invasion.
How are the clouds so superb with those waterfalls?
May God speak suddenly about the nightfalls.

With this we end our talk on special landmarks,
Heaven dabbles with the rich and their birthmarks.
Mighty are the rivers of beautiful terrain,
Mighty is the mountain from the aeroplane.

We abstain from speech that destroys us,
The very favours on our human race come from a thesis.

NEW HORIZON
A new sun arose on my world
shining light into my soul
My heart so hard, softens now
new hope, new life flows
through my veins
Where blackness reigned
new flowers bloom
on the landscape
of my mind
New horizons shine ahead
Futures yet unseen
Before I may have looked with dread
Now my sight is keen
No one can tell where this journey goes
Or when or how it ends
The step is taken, don’t look back
Backward is the trip and stumble
Only forward paths bring happiness
The past is gone
The future reigns
New sunshine in my soul

LIFE

 Look a round the world u see

Then for a sec think what u can be

U can be a better person

And teach ur children the same things 

Or u could be a person 

Who the bad bell rings

There is two rods of life

That u’ll have to face as u grow

U have to choose the one to lead in

No one will tell u, but u have to know

Do what ur heart tells u

Don’t listen to others

Out side they might look like ur friends 

But inside they might have another

Don’t think too much of life

But still do so

Coz u never know

Weather u’ll end high in life

Or stay in low…

THIS AND THE NEXT LIFE.

Life is light, if you think it so,
Life is dark, if you lead it so,
Life is long, never know of it but,
Life is short, have it every time in mind.

Spoil it never just for pleasure,
Use it never for evil and leisure,
Use your brain for thoughts of future,
But not for those which lead to disaster.

Years may come one after another,
Time may pass even a lot quicker.
Thus, use this more for helping others,
To bring good luck to you in future.

Waste your life never for the devil,
Neither for his good, nor for his evil,
Else use and lead it to Heaven's light,
To bring peace to you, to this and the next life.

GOLDEN MOMENTS SWIFTLY FLEW BY

To form a new rose,
I stepped foot in the world,
With eyes squeezed shut,
Like an immature bud.
As my mother pined,
I came out with a cry.
And that golden moment,
Swiftly flew by!

The first petal blooming,
Into a beautiful attraction,
‘Twas a memorable development,
Just like my first step towards mama,
Captured in the flash of the camera.
You want to hold it forever,
Yet that golden moment,
Swiftly flew by!

Just like the sweet-smelling rose-
That now spread its scent
Glorifying the atmosphere-
Was my first day of school.
A backpack hung on my back,
And the strong will to hold back a cry,
But the golden moment,
Swiftly flew by!
It was surrounded with buzzes,
Of course, buzzes and bees.
Just the way boys buzzed around me.
Gosh! That first date,
At the age of fourteen,
When I was dating queen,
And I loved to pry,
Though the golden moment,
Swiftly flew by!