Joy and Sorrow

A poem by Kahlil Gibran given to me by a friend....

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." But I say unto you, they are inseparable. Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy. Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced. When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall....

Something beautiful sent to me by an offline message... I thought this is a piece that holds lots of truth in my life at this moment....

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I like this poem.....

Stop all the clocks

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
silence the pianos and with muffled drum
bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves
let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West
my working week and my Sunday rest.
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put away every one:
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods
for nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H.Auden

I like the part where it says: he was my north, my south, my east and west...my working week and my sunday rest.... how nice to have someone who is the air you breath and the reason for your living.......

A nice poem

Received this from a mail this morning.....

I donno who wrote this piece of art...it is just nice and I tot it should be here to stay....

You gave me strength to carry on,
When my body was so torn.
And lifted me on wings of love,
When my spirit was so worn.

Through all the times when in despair,
When I hung my head in shame.
You came to me when I knelt down,
As I called upon your name.

And when my heart was troubled,
With more heartache than I could bear.
You caught each and every tear I shed,
In a bottle you have up there.

And when I get to heaven,
I'll kneel before your feet.
You'll wipe away all my tears,
For my soul is yours to keep...

Beautiful ain't it???

Another song...

Another song that I love...

This is the song from Guru which stole my heart and I really love this part of the song...

Aanaal Ennai Vittu Ponaal
Enthen Nilaa Sonthu Pogum
Maanin Nila Thedi Pogumae
Mun Kovathiyillai

Pithu Pithu Kondu Thaviten Thaviten
Unnai Enni Nan Vaadi Poven
Nee Illamai Kavitheiyum, Visaiyum Summaiyai Tharathai

Ainthu Kulengayil Alagiyai
Aaruyire Mannipaya Mannipaaya
Sollu Nee En Sagiyai

I really really look up to those people who can come up with such beautiful lyrics to express their feelings.....I always admire poets for this...how beautiful their world is with all these words flying in their mind....wish I am among them.....loving every moment of their tots..tat would be lovely...

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I read this in a blog and I tot it was too nice not to be included here......

Niem”ller spoke out, and for his trouble was incarcerated in the Sachsenhausen and Dachau concentration camps from 1937 to 1945, and very nearly executed. While incarcerated, Niem”ller wrote a poem:

First they came for the Jews
and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for the Communists
and I did not speak out because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for the trade unionists
and I did not speak out because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for me and there was no one left to speak out for me.