pirainilav

Sometimes.. Perhaps . . .

Sometimes..

Why I feel glad, amidst the sorrows?..

Perhaps..

I search my smiles in my tears.

Sometimes..

Why I feel blessed, amidst the trials?..

Perhaps..

I feel the touch of Almighty in my fears.

Sometimes..

Why I feel loved, amidst the hurt?..

Perhaps..

I trust all my relationships are forever.

Sometimes..

Why I feel good, amidst the losses?..

Perhaps..

I feel, often bad times makes one stronger.

Sometimes..

Why I feel alone, amidst the crowd?..

Perhaps..

I find my soul in my loneliness.

Sometimes..

Why I feel secure, amidst the uncertainty?..

Perhaps..

I believe the power of hope in my helplessness.

Sometimes..

Why I feel peace, amidst the emptiness?..

Perhaps..

I do understand the value of contentment.

Sometimes

I wonder?..Why life is so precious, amidst the bitterness?..

Perhaps..

I learn "Life is beautiful yet mysterious" at the end . . .

Credits

Photo and Lyrics : 4 minutes per day.com

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

lock up stories repeat offender with a silver touch This is the story of a petty offender’s 42-year-long romance with prisons. ‘Silver’ Srinivasan first saw the inside of a jail in 1966. He was arrested for stealing a silver tumbler from a marriage party in Tiruchi. Since then, he has been involved in more than 100 cases and jailed almost as many times. Now aged 72, he has spent more time in jail than outside it, say advocates and jail authorities who know him well. But ‘Silver,’ as he is affectionately known among fellow prisoners and authorities, has his principles. Rule number one is that he only steals silver articles. “If I come across about 100 sovereigns of gold, I either leave the entire lot untouched or take just one or two sovereigns. If I take away the entire booty, the family would be completely ruined. But not many would go to the police for the loss of one or two sovereigns, especially if the rest of the jewellery is intact.” What if it is silver? “Then...

Slow Tears I look up as a tear rolls slowly down my cheek I think about better days and wonder if I'll feel that way again you look at me with those eyes I know so well always serious, so deep and insightful as though you're always in control But not today not now Now you look so scared like for once you don't have the answer I gaze at you looking deep into those hazel eyes Hoping to understand why you've said those thingsyou did I wonder for a moment if this is all a dream if I shall wake in the morning and be relieved you look at me with a confusion I have never seen slowly pull me towards you and wipe the tears from my cheek Credits: Martini - www.netpoets.com

Rural Indian children's photo blog Children at a rural school in the southern Indian state of Andhra Pradesh are running a photoblog about daily life in their village, Kalleda. The school gives children from poor families a free education. The photo project of the RDF (Rural Development Foundation) school has helped school children learn English, connect them with the world and provided the world with a window into rural India. Read the stories of three of the young photo bloggers and click on the links to view their photos. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/6332511.stm photo & story credit: BBC News http://news.bbc.co.uk/