No blessing is greater than peace,no joy is greater than contentment,no disease is greater than greed and no religion is greater than mercy.

Jab thak jaen
Koshishon ke kadam tumhare,
Pankh sapnon ke lagakar,
Udne ki cheshta karna,
Ruki hui zindagi,
Aasmaanon ko choone,
Ko hogi betaab,
Apne paseene se ,
Jo seechoge mehnat ki jameen ko,
Sab andhere ban jaaenge ujaale,
Aur poore honge tumhaare khwaab.

 You lose a parent, you suddenly realize what a slender thing life is, how easily you can lose those you love. Then out of that comes a new simplicity and that is why sometimes all the pain and the tears lift you to a much higher and deeper joy when you say to the bad times, "I will not let you go until you bless me.” 

“It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.” 

Grief-stricken phase of life,because my loving mother has left for her heavenly abode.

“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.” 

“There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.” 

“An abnormal reaction to an abnormal situation is normal behavior.” 

“Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways. ”
― Oscar Wilde

Women are the largest untapped reservoir of talent in the world.

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.”
― Mary Oliver

“Desperation can make a person do surprising things.” 

“Desperation can make a person do surprising things.” 

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. 

While it's summer people say
Winter is the better season.
Such is human reason. 

“They sicken of the calm who know the storm.” 

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

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

“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.” 

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

“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.” 

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.