The Gift...

What can I give you, my lord, my lover,
you who have given the world to me,
showed me the light and joy that cover
the wild sweet earth and the restless sea?
All I have are gifts for your giving--
if I gave them again, you would find them old,
and your soul would weary of always living
before the mirror my life would hold.
What shall I give you, my lord, my lover,
the gift that breaks the heart in me:
I bid you awake at dawn and discover
I have gone my way and left you free.

-- Sara Teasdale

Happiness... an illustration...

Project - My book of Pictorial Grammar
Page 3 - Abstract noun - "Happiness"
Usage - "Happiness cannot be bought with money"

PS: This pic is way back from school [St. Ann's (ICSE), Secunderabad, Class 7 'C'] ... the happiest times ever..!! and was part of an english class assignment.

This book = My treasure

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Sita sings the blues...

a friend shared this movie with me and it just made my day :D ...!!
super creative ...!! an amazing work of art.. i am bowled over by it...!!

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Our earth needs more than an Hour...

"Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,

Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten."

--- Cree Indian Prophecy

If...

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 impostors 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 worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
and risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
and lose, and start again at your beginnings
and never breathe 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!"

--- [a poem by Rudyard Kipling]

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Nalini Nadkarni on TreeTop EcoSystems...

I bow to her ...!!!

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An Escapede...

i sometimes dream of an escapede to some natural paradise... where i can swim in the tranquil waters with abandon.... sit and smile into a welcoming sunrise... watch the birds fly in and out of their nest, hear their little ones chirping... stay transfixed at the awesomeness of auroras, the canyons...learn about the endless wonders of the universe...dedicate life to preserve whatever is left.... far away from mundaneness, far away from needless cry... happy and smiling, experiencing boundless energy each day.