Love does not need to be Perfect

A Guy had A Crush on This Girl. He Follows Her Wherever She Goes.One Day the Girl Noticed & Asked the Guy-

Girl- Why Do You Keep On Following Me?

Boy- Because You are So Pretty and I Think I am falling in Love with You.

Girl- Really? But You Have Not Met My Friend Yet, She Is Prettier Than Me And She Is Right Behind You. (The Guy Looked Behind Him But Found No One.)

Boy- Are You Making Fun Of Me? 
There Is No One Behind Me.

Girl- No, But If You Really Love Me, You Won’t Look Back.

Moral: Love does not need to be perfect, it just need to be true!!!!!!

Creation of - Fathers Day

The history of Father's Day is very interesting. The thought for creating a day for children to honor their fathers began in Spokane, Washington. The idea of having the Father's Day came to the mind of Sonora Smart while listening to a Mother's Day sermon in 1909.

After the death of her mother, she along with her siblings was raised by her father, William Jackson Smart. Sonora wanted to tell her father how special he was. Sonora's father was born in June, so she chose to hold the first Father's Day celebration in Spokane, Washington on the 19th of June, 1910.

The National Father's Day Committee was formed in New York City in 1926. A Joint Resolution of Congress recognized the Father's day in 1956 and in 1966 President Richard Nixon established a permanent national observance of Father's Day to be held on the third Sunday of June. Thus, the Father's Day was born in memory and appreciation by a daughter who believed that her father and all other fathers should be honored with a special day.

Few Lines Dedicated to My Father -

Before I Was Myself, You 

                                Made Me,Me.                               

                                Before I was myself you made me, me
                              With love and patience, discipline and tears,
                               Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,

Allowing me to sail upon my sea,
Though well within the headlands of your fears.
Before I was myself you made me, me.

 

With dreams enough of what I was to be
And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,

 

Relinquishing your powers gradually
To let me shape myself among my peers.
Before I was myself you made me, me,

 

And being good and wise, you gracefully
As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears
Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.

 

For love inspires learning naturally:
The mind assents to what the heart reveres.
And so it was through love you made me, me
By slowly stepping back to set me free.

Some Wise Tips

First Rain

Fountains of happy feelings are shooting cheers all the way
Chutes of joys are showering down with the summer's first rain


Flock of birds kiss the river face in a sprightly game play
The river swells with pride inviting these merry birds again



Call of the nature is answered by trees who sway and whistle
Cleansed branches bow down to touch feet of the earth mother


Fallen leaves draw a portrait, painted in the color of drizzle
Artist in the clouds shows, why he is second to none other



Spring from the heavens has brightened the colors of the temple
Red and blue flowers compete each other with their bright colors


Many a lights dance on shimmering roads enjoying the sprinkle
Peeping Sun looks at its own reflection in water made mirrors



Sweet smell from the wet earth has captured everyone's senses
Couples fallen in love, walk arm in arm by the romantic byways


Girls look even pretty giving dazzling smiles to flirting breezes
Unhesitatingly, the lightening flashes to capture their jolly ways



Mother sheep fascinatingly watches her lamb running from the rain
Water puddles are full of playful children with nothing to complain


Withered faces in windows reflect childlike fervor through the panes
Hoping in their hearts to see again the next summer's first rain

You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough ...

Life Goes On

The Leaves Will Wither & Die,
Life Goes On

The Branches Will Break
Life Goes On

Old Wood Is Tossed In To The Fire
Life Goes On

Seeds Sprout & New Growth Emerges
Life Goes On

Join This Caravan or Stand By the Wayside
Life Goes On

Welcome Life Or Struggle Against It
Life Goes On

Always Remember :

"Life is more than just chess,

Though king dies, Life goes on."

Dil se ... For You

With you, it's all about
voiceless communication-
always knowing exactly what to say,
but never actually having to say it.

When no one seems to be listening,
you hear.
When I hurt but don't show it,
you know.
When I turn away to hide my tears,
you see.
When I feel like I can't get through to anyone,
you understand.

Your eyes glow just for me,
and I know you're proud.
You flash your magical, healing smile my way,
and I know everything will be all right.

You know everything there is to know about me.
You know what worries me,
what keeps me up at night,

and what hurts me so badly
that I can't share it with anyone.
Most importantly, 

 you know all those things.

You've restored my faith in people
and proved that there is a thing

called true friendship.