Childhood

Childhood is rare Unlike a bear Childhood is fun Unlike eating a bun Childhood is like fire Like the excitment of getting hired Childhood is like honey Like a hopping bunny Appreciate childhood Like when you first stood Appreciate childhood...

Beautiful!!!!!!!

Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
Intelligence is beautiful
Talent is beautiful

Beautiful is a romance with such abundance
Beautiful are the flowers that roam the earth
Beautiful is awaking to the sound of singing birds
Beautiful is a disguise
Playing hide and seek inside and outside
Beautiful is as naked as the rising sun
Beautiful is delightful and truthful
Beautiful is the golden daylight that shines
And the taste of sweet colored red wine
Beautiful was never ever created by mistake
Beautiful is the ingredient we bake life’s cake
When all or nothing is at stake

I am beautiful
You are beautiful
We are beautiful

Beautiful is great
Beautiful is sweet
Beautiful is love
Beautiful is power

HOLI HAI...

HOLI HAI... Come holi and the streets will reverberate with the chants of Holi hai...

Colours will fill the atmosphere as people throw abeer and 
gulal in the air showing great joy and mirth in the arrival of 
this Spring Festival. 


Holi marks the end of the winter gloom and rejoices in the bloom of the spring time. It is the best time and season to celebrate; Holi provides this opportunity and people take every advantage of it. 

HOLI.....

Holi tyohar hai Rang aur Bhaang ka

Hum sab yaaron ka

Ghar mein aaye mehmano ka

Gali mein gali walon ka 


Mohalle mein mahoul waalo ka

Desh mein deshwalo ka.

Boora naa maano Holi hai Holi hai bhai Holi hai!

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Father taught us that opportunity and responsibility go hand in hand. I think we all act on that principle; on the basic human impulse that makes a man want to make the best of what's in him and what's been given him. 

Life without friends

Life without friends
Is like open fields without the rain.
No one to share a word with in a day,
No one to wipe your tears away.

Life without friends
Is like no water in an empty road.
No one to give you a hand nor a hug,
No shoulders to lean on.

I am running dry, my friend!!
My tears soak the road you walk.
Give me a chance, let´s talk!!...
Why don´t you give me a hand??
You melt and bury my tears in the sand.

Life without true friends
Is a lonely life to lead.
Let me plant the love seeds
In your heart to the end!!
Would you be my true friend??...

The Bird That Couldn't Fly

You couldn't understand,

even if you tried,
the reason that she cries at night,
the reason she tries to hide.

Don't try to come close,
she'll just push you away,
there's something that you don't know,
words she couldn't say.

She tries with all her might,
to be herself around her friends,
but something doesn't feel right,
a broken heart that could not mend.

She pretends that she's strong,
a tough outer shell,
but there's always something wrong,
she's trapped in her Hell.

She wants to speak,
to tell you all the truth,
but she is way too weak,
broken without any glue.

Painfully shy;
the bird that couldn't fly.
Dying on the inside;
a body without a mind.

Maybe if you took the time,
find the person she tries to be.
Maybe if you looked inside,
you'd realize she is me.