

This Blog is all about my favourite things besides stamps & views about life that I would like to write in leisure...
Time
The butterfly counts not months but moments,
and has time enough.
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Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
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Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Love adorns itself;
it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
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Love does not claim possession,
but gives freedom.
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Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain it.
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Love's gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted
Life is given to us,
we earn it by giving it.
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Let the dead have the immortality of fame,
but the living the immortality of love.
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Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty
that can modulate their isolation into a
harmony with the whole.
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Life, like a child, laughs,
shaking its rattle of death as it runs.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), Nobel prize-winning Bengali poet, author, songwriter, philosopher, artist, and educator wrote “Gitanjali” (1912)
Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not!
I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
First published in 1910, Tagore’s collection Gitanjali[Song Offerings] of mystical and devotional songs was translated to English in 1912. It would be the first of many volumes that earned him much acclaim in the East and West. It includes an Introduction by fellow Nobel prize-winning poet William Butler Yeats.
http://www.dishant.com/album/manna_dey_-_madhushala.html
These two nice poems have been written by Mr Subodh Srivastav of Kanpur. He is a journalist working with Dainik Aaj in Kanpur.
In every life, there is a rainbow
with a pot of gold on the end of it.
It is up to us to see that rainbow
and find that pot of gold.
The difficulty is a rainbow has two ends.
The problem is then
to find the right end.
-Davis Darris
The soul would have no Rainbow, had the eyes no tears !
Walk on Rainbow trail, walk on trail of song and all about you will be beauty. There is a way of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. ...