About Ritu Jain!

New Delhi, India
I am Ritu Jain,48 years and happily married . I live in Delhi. A Housewife who is a Psychology Hons. Graduate and wants to bring cheer and smile to every person who does not have one.Being creative is my lifeline. I am very happy today that I have launched my own Blog, to share my poems,thoughts,experiences and various colors in my life.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Days grow shorter and memories grow longer. Families and friends gather in celebration or hope. Giving is a reflection of our love and caring for each other and those less fortunate. 

Thursday, February 26, 2015

While it's summer people say
Winter is the better season.
Such is human reason. 
“They sicken of the calm who know the storm.” 

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

“Peace is not something you wish for, � it is something you make, something you are, something you do,�and something you give away. ” 

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

“Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.” 

Monday, February 23, 2015

“Guilt is not a response to anger; it is a response to one’s own actions or lack of action. If it leads to change then it can be useful, since it is then no longer guilt but the beginning of knowledge."

“The beauty of the unexpected lies within the surprise of the momentum,
not only at its tipping point, but also within all the moments waiting.” 

Sunday, February 22, 2015

“The mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.” 

Saturday, February 21, 2015

“All discomfort comes from suppressing your true identity.” 
“Our duty is wakefulness, the fundamental condition of life itself. The unseen, the unheard, the untouchable is what weaves the fabric of our see-able universe together.” 

Friday, February 20, 2015

Resolve not to be poor: whatever you have, spend less. Poverty is a great enemy to human happiness; it certainly destroys liberty, and it makes some virtues impracticable, and others extremely difficult.
The Wind, the Sun and the Moon

For weeks the wind has been talking to us,
Swearing, imploring, singing like a person.
Not a person, more the noise a being might make
Searching for a body and a name. The sun
In its polished aurora rises late, then dazzles
Our eyes and days, pacing a bronze horizon
To a mauve bed in the sea. Light kindles the hills,
Though in the long shadow of Moelfre
Winter won't unshackle the dead house by the marsh.

Putting these words on paper after sunset
Alters the length and asperity of night.
By the fire, when the wind pauses, little is said.
Every phrase we unfold stands upright.  Outside,
The visible cold, the therapy of moonlight.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. ~Samuel Ullman

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

“There is no respect between the souls of two individuals if their minds can’t trust each other and there is no trust between them if their hearts can’t accept the truth of each other.” 

Monday, February 16, 2015

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.” 

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Somtimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.
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