Our mistakes, Our shortcomings
our flaws, our forth-comings
our fears, Our weakness
all of these give us our texture
of which turns to hem our composure
try to be yourself
Cos u are amazing
just the way u are
don’t craft a new type of persona for yourself
for the first person
is super awesome, it perfects how God wants u to be
plant your own acorns
before winter stops
If I have my own way
I will tell u over and over again
hubris is my way of adoring u
down on my bended knee
I adore u more
for being just who u are
I pray thee,
learn to be your own moral fiber!
Constantly coach yourself
to improve upon your being
stop giving way to many damns
no one will move the dirty dishes
out of the way for u to sit and eat
Be an arrogant son of a bitch
who is trying to walk the path of humanity
lie low in the seeker’s dungeon;
for that’s where the last vestiges of ego go to play
Briefly put, be your own self fiber
That way, u can reflect your very sun!
wake up in 2016
clutching to this be the remix of a new you!
Happy Thirty-fourth birthday, Abhra!
Written for dVerse – a birthday gift for Abhra.
Taking it all in with eyes closed. Wow!
Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
out of nowhere, you entered
but not only did you enter..……;
you brought me hope
and made me see life from a different perspective
Of wit(intelligence) and charm, of personality,
with tender care, you added comfort, love,
warmth, and meaning to my life
I look upon all these fondly,
then I thought of bringing forth a thankful note
of which you walk in these halls with me;
our friendship has become a part
of my world now; it has its special place
within my being, life, and in my heart,
Your name hangs right beside my smiling face;
remembering just how drab(colorless) these walls had been,
I have to thank you for the light
you’ve shown on my path so far
Our journey couldn’t be bumpy enough
without trying to walk it in the dark
When this cold, hard world left me lonesome and blue
you were around to rescue me;
you took me by my hand and led me home
and no matter the miles that keep us apart
one thing I know for sure is that;
we’ll always be together in each other’s hearts
Sometimes, I get so caught up in life
to the extent that, I do forget to stop by and say Hi
If you ever felt I forgot or didn’t care about u;
please let me stop right here, I mean this very moment
to share my gratitude.
I may not remember everything you’ve done for me
but I will definitely remember how special you make me feel
To me, no duty is more urgent than that of returning thanks.
and if I haven’t told you yet;
Thank You for being such a wonderful friend,
I appreciate you a lot.
I wish you and your humble family a Merry Christmas
and a Promising New Year in advance
May the Lord bless you and always keep you. May Heaven’s Light shine on all that you do. May health, prosperity and happiness come your way and Love fill your heart throughout 2015 and beyond.
If you can keep your head when all around you
are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or being lied about, but don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, but don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, ….broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start all again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And still hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to you: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count on you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and just imagine how peace will be in silence.
As far as possible, without wit, surrender to be in good terms with all peeps.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even the dumb and the deaf; they too have their story to tell.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
heaven yes……you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humbly and down to earth;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your life affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere, life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
is a shrubby plant that is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of your youth.
nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here too.
And whether you admit it or not, it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,………….
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations are,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
……………….courtesy Max Ehrman!
The Desiderata is a Latin word for “Desired Things“, it was copyrighted in 1927 by a poet and lawyer from Indiana called Max Ehrman. I spent time to read it severally. I still can’t get enough of it. After reading the original content, I was mesmerized by the poet’s choices of words and then, I decided to come up with a copyright too. I pray that, you be inspired. Credit: Max Ehrman.
Fact is, I’m dumbfounded!