happiness is nothing jst the absence of disaster….

sahilnlucky — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 10:40:03 +0000

Some run for money others for fame,
Means may be unfair, but it's all in the game.
But there is a thing for which we pray,
only if you are lucky it comes your way.
It is something that money cannot buy,
No matter how much we try.
An inner feeling having no meaning,
still each one of us craving for that thing.
It has no definition, neither a measure,
Imagine, what a priceless treasure.
Noble deeds and sacrificing nature,
Happiness resides in the heart of such a character.
It acts as a massage for strained legs;
Usually appears after long lasting sad days.
Attaining it is easier said;
History says this road has no end.
Best felt when times are bad,
even a tinge of it makes us glad.

Wants and happiness go against each other,
if the first is there the other will disappear.
Love is usually felt for others,
Happiness is a self-enjoyment process, which has no borders.
Most of the feelings can be expressed,
but 'happiness' cannot be given a vent.
A rare occasion in a mortal's life,
that tide of happiness, is on his side.

A sincere wish from me to all,
Let days of happiness become tall.
Sadness and Troubles cover a minor portion,
Let happiness take over your life's possession

my views about love……

sahilnlucky — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 10:16:51 +0000

To love means to be true, to love unconditionally means to give with all your heart to one, and only one. Love is when you realize that he/she is the best thing that has happened to you and you want to cherish that person and the moments spent with him/her till death do you part.

My Love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high:
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing,
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown
But vainly flapped its Tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see
Two perfect Loves; nor lets them close:
Their union would her ruin be,
And her tyrannic power depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel
Us as the distant Poles have placed,
(Though Love's whole World on us doth wheel)
Not by themselves to be embraced.

Unless the giddy Heaven fall,
And Earth some new convulsion tear;
And, us to join, the World should all
Be cramped into a planisphere.

As lines so Loves oblique may well
Themselves in every angle greet:
But ours so truly parallel,
Though infinite can never meet.

Therefore the Love which us doth bind,
But Fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the Mind,
And opposition of the Stars.

lovegurus4u

happiness is nothing jst the absence of disaster….

my views about love……