Der lagi aane main tum ko...

Shafaq, dhanak, mahtaab, ghataayen.. 

taare, nagmein, bijli, phuul..  

us daaman mein kya kya kuch hai... 

vo daaman haath mein aaye to...

... der lagi aane main tum ko.. shukr hai phir bhi aaye toh... 

- Andleeb Shadani.. 

Daffodils...

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

- William Wordsworth..

....

When the maker formed nature..

Why imperfect was the venture..

If it is good, why departure?

And if bad, why form capture?

-By Omar Khayyam..

Trouble Tree..

A story that i enjoy..

The carpenter i hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough day on the job. A flat tyre made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit and now his ancient pick up truck refused to start. While i drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in, to meet his family. As we walked towards the front door, he paused briefly at the small tree, touching the tips of branches with both hands.

When opening the door he underwent amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles, he hugged his two small children, gave his wife a kiss. Afterwards he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what i had seen him do earlier.

"Oh! That's my TROUBLE TREE" , he replied. I know i cant avoid having troubles on the job. But one thing is for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and children. So i just hang them up on the tree every night when i come home. Then in the morning i pick them up again. "Funny thing is" he smiled, " when i come out in the morning to pick them up, there aren't as many as i remember hanging up the night before."

- Anonymous..