Dushyant Sapre

Sitaron ke bagair aasman mein rakha hai kya? Bin tere jeene mein rakha hai kya? Lagta hai sub kuchh adhoora adhoora sa, Khushi ke bagair hasne mein rakha hai kya?

D eath, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow And soonest our best men with thee do go Rest of their bones and soul's delivery. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppies or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die!

"Imagination, which in truth Is but another name for absolute power And clearest insight, amplitude of mind, And reason, in her most exalted mood."

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 waves in glee: A poet could not but be 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. by William Wordsworth

Another night has slipped away I see the sunlight coming I sigh because I think of you And know you're out there running I already know the answer But still, I have to wonder If when you stop to be with me Will you just stop forever I know that you've been doing this A long while you have told me You had to so you'd have it all And this would make you happy I don't wish for anything bad And I won't say I'm much better But I do know what you really need You should stay still for winter And then if you still choose to run Know that I'll be behind you Cuz that's the only way I know To tell you that I love you by Yasmin Rubayo

It's dark outside But I see the light Then darkness I see the light again And here comes dark It's dark outside I am lonely and sad But I see the light You ask my name Then darkness You take my hand I see the light again We fall in love And here comes dark It's dark outside I can't find you But I see the light You were right there Then darkness I have my doubts I see the light again You say I'm wrong And here comes dark It's dark outside I reach for you But I see the light You don't reach for me Then darkness I feel alone I see the light again I read your face And here comes dark It's dark outside I want to leave But I see the light You're come to me Then darkness I feel your grip I see the light You're hurting me And here comes dark It's dark outside I try to scream But I see the light You have my throat Then darkness I can not breath I see the light For the last time And here comes dark by Yasmin Rubayo

Life ain't no funny....that's what I have been hearing through out my life..... But then I have also heard.....be funny and make others laugh....I am confused.... Either I am confused or somebody has to re-write the definition of serious...

A letter written by Abraham Lincoln to the Headmaster of a school in which his son was studying. It contains an advice, which is still relevant today for executives, workers, teachers, parents and students. A WORD TO TEACHERS "He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just and are not true. But teach him if you can, the wonder of books.. but also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun and flowers on a green hillside. In school, teach him it is far more honorable to fall than to cheat..... Teach to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him he is wrong. Teach him to be gentle with gentlepeople and tough with the tough. Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone getting on the bandwagon... Teach him to listen to all men; but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth, and take only the good that comes through. Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he i

dard ke har manzar ko khushi me badlo to baat hai gham ki aahon me bhi khushnumaayi bharo to baat hai imtihaan khuda har vaqt halaat'e'vaqt ke zariye le raha nakaami se na daro,musibaton se bhi hanske milo to baat hai

Publication: Times Of India Bangalore; Date: Oct 18, 2008 On the day Sachin Tendulkar climbed the Everest of expectations, some of his colleagues joined the chorus of people from every walk of life to acknowledge and appreciate his titanic achievement. ‘‘Paaji (Sachin) is such an inspiring presence at the wicket and in the dressing room. He still retains a school boy’s enthusiasm for the game and he’s always willing to share his wealth of experience,’’ said Dhoni. “It’s no secret that whenever a new player joins the team, he silently keeps studying Tendulkar for the first few matches. But the man himself is like an elder brother. He’s never short of valuable tips for all of us,’’ he dded. Finally, when Dhoni did make it to the Indian team, he made the most of Tendulkar’s presence around him. ‘‘I remember in the 2006 series in Pakistan, when India was struggling in the Faisalabad Test, I came to the wicket when Shoaib Akhtar was bowling at 150 plus. The first few balls were l

Sachin Scales 12k, Sensex Dives Below 10k Is Highest Run-Getter In History Publication: Times Of India Bangalore; Date: Oct 18, 2008 It was a predictable, if slightly delayed, ascent. Sachin Tendulkar stands atop cricket’s Everest but he isn’t looking down at the cricketing world. That would be unlike him for he looks upon this game as a vehicle of fulfillment, as a servant rather than a master. There is a delicious irony to it. One of the most humble devotees of the game is, himself, an idol to so many. Of course he knew he was going to get there. Elbows and ankles and many lesser known joints that he brought into public consciousness were the only hurdles. He has always maintained that if he played enough he would get the record. And so away from the public eye, in these last two or three years he worked on getting his body back into shape. Each time it was a more uphill battle than before, each time the odds against him returning as an equally good cricketer diminished, but h

Here’s to us, one more toast and then we’ll pay the bill Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill Birds of passage, you and me, we fly instinctively When the summer’s over and the dark clouds hide the sun Neither you nor I’m to blame when all is said and done In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex We’re still striving for the sky, no taste for humble for pie Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun Neither you nor I’m to blame when all is said and done It’s so strange when you’re down and lyin’ on the floor How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask more Clear-headed and open-eyed with nothin’ left untried Standin’ calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run There’s no hurry any more when all is said and done Standin’ calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run There’s no hurry any more when all is said and done

Maut tu ek kavitaa hai mujhse ek kavita ka vada hai milegi mujhko doobti nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage zard sa chehra lekar jab chaand ufaq tak pahunche din abhi paani mein ho, raat kinaare ke kareeb na andhera na ujaala ho, na abhi raat na din jism jab khatm ho aur rooh ko jab saans aaye mujhse ek kavita ka waada hai milegi mujhko

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