I'm a realist. Where I come from, 'phenomenons' don't exist. I'm from a land where people make mistakes and try again, harder, faster; where negativity is not an option.
Loving with human love, one may pass from love to hatred; but divine love cannot change. Nothing, not even death, can shatter it. It is all the very nature of the soul. Love is life. All, all that I understand, I understand only because of love. All is bound up in love alone. Love is God and dying means for me a particle of love, to go back to the universal and eternal source of love.
This surface good-nature which captivates a new acquaintance and is no bar to treachery, which knows no scruple and is never at fault for an excuse, which makes an outcry at the wound which it condones, is one of the most distinctive features of the journalist. This camaraderie (the word is a stroke of genius) corrodes the noblest minds; it eats into their pride like rust, kills the germ of great deeds, and lends a sanction to moral cowardice.
एक आदमी अपनी बीवी को दफना के
घर जा रहा था
कि अचानक बिजली चमकी बादल
गरजे जोर की तूफानी
बारिश शुरू हुई !
माहौल अफरातफरी वाला हो गया
दुखी आदमी आसमान की तरफ देखते हुए
बोला
लगता हैं पहुँच गयी !!
10 years ago
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When A Very Sweet N Close Person
Goes Too Far From Us,
We May Say Or Not Say
But Our Heart Says to There Heart:
“U Made Me Alone..”
I always tell my Western friends that it is best to keep your own tradition. Changing religion is not easy and sometimes causes confusion. You must value your tradition and honor your own religion.