Dont do wrong to do right!

Victory is not in winning
But it is in not losing!
Achievement is not in succeeding
But it is in not failing!
Greatness is not in being a genius
But it is in not being ordinary!
Brilliance is not in being intelligent
But it is in not being foolish!
Glory is not in being liked
But it is in not being hated!
Godliness is not in being holy
But it is in not being corrupt!
Humanity is not in being able to love
But it is in not being able to hate!
Modesty is not in being humble
But it is in not being arrogant!

An Offering!

Slain by the gravity of the passing hour
Seated I'm in hell with no means to recover;
Replete is the mind with images of my love
Reflecting the beautiful creation seen by the eyes above;
Speaketh the mind with a thousand sound
Though numb is the tongue with fears unfound;
Evading the knowledge of the possible result
Causing I'm to the expression of mind a tacit insult;
Were I to decide the fate of my destiny
Disturb I would her mind to rise to mutiny;
Though helpless in my present predicament
Facing a trial in the face of an indictment;
I desire to speak my mind with words unspoken
With nothing to offer but my heart as a token;

Open "Alms" :-)

A Lost Heart!

When mine eyes but close a bit,
Warp and woof they seem to knit,
A form afloat does rise and sink,
Each time the eyes do make a blink,
Raising the heart, from its seat unhurt,
Like the light rising sand, sails in a desert
I make a sudden journey, as if air borne
Estranged by transit, I am left forlorn
My heart now feels heavy, my mind so quickly quiet
Her form so beautifully calm, does run a sudden riot
In a thousand voices my mind seems to qwell
Overflowing with words my heart seems to tell
I twitch, I beg, I plead, I pray
I cry, I die Oh! anything you say
Just to rule the seat you so fondly own
To rest mine heart on your golden throne
What more can I say a man still poor
Nowhere to go with my orphaned heart unsure
But surely, my goddess, my queen of love
To get you, if I have to, I surely will
Bring even mine heart to a sudden standstill.

Thought for the day!

My favourite (wish I could write like this)..

If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don't;
If you like to win, but you think you can't;
It is almost certain you won't;
If you think you'll lose, you've lost;
For out of the world we find;
Success begins with a fellow's will;
It's all in the state of mind;
Life's battle don't always go;
To the stronger or faster man;
But soon or late the man who wins;
Is the man who thinks he can;
-Anonymous

Destiny..

Fate - My Master!

Rejoice not at a fateful birth,
Foresee the death as the real girth.
With success coming your pleasant way,
Remember that failure would another day.
Exult not at happiness so hollow,
It does only show the sorrow to follow.
Straining your face you do post a sheepish smile,
Mind the impending tears, think another precious while.
To think you art strong is but a thing of mirth,
Only a time of weakness would show one's real worth.
The clouds do bring the land alive with shower of pleasant rain,
Though not without the drought and famine does mother nature feign.
The sun does rise a crimson red, every other dawn,
Doing so, does set at dusk, no sooner it's born.
Fool that you are to take the arts of fate for granted,
Writ down by destiny your deeds by you merely are enacted.

Hold your breath..

Fearing the feared!

Wedded to life in plain simple loyalty
Since birth, a prized gift, until death, a penalty
Willing to live as possibly as long
Ere God's dutiful men, coming down do wrong
Fearing the unknown christened as death
Knowing nothing of it but as a gasp for breath
We choose to stay in a worldly storm
Detesting the inevitable and the sleep of holy calm
Not long though we stay in futility
Soon we return to Him, the Lord, the Almighty!

Wake Up...

Awakening!

When the heart is low
And seems a leaden dough;
When the eyes are crossed
And vision is aimlessly tossed;
When the ears are deaf
And hearing a hundred stuff;
When the food is tasteless
And essesnce of life baseless;
When the shoulders are drooping
And the heart skips popping;
When the arms feel weary
And tick of life dreary;
When the legs seem to quiver
And send a curse to the liver;
When the ground seems like air
And all seems cruel and bare;
Awake o man! and rise to aim
Win the battle and rise to fame;
For victory is, when you take the blow
Then hardening yourself, give an equal show;
To sleep at peace in an honourable grave
As fortune is known to favour the brave.