The World around...: 2012

Saturday, 24 March 2012

a magical face

Messing around everyday

Nothing to do and to say

Searching for life

To believe I am alive

College is going to end

Waiting for road to mend

Then comes a day

Different from everyday

Met a girl with beautiful smiles

Saw an angel from thousand miles

Entered her world with no permission

I am a stranger with no reason

Her words caught my eye

Made me Thought who am I?

Told her she looks good

Not a boy from your neighborhood

“Amazing smile” I want to shout

She is beautiful from inside out

Met a girl as bright as light

It’s dark here, she is not in sight

I don’t know what’s wrong and right

With unlimited talent blessed you are

Wonderful human I hope you are

Written by - Nitin Singh on 20th March 2012

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IF by Rudyard Kipling !!

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!