..sonnet 116..


let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments. love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds,
or bends with the remover to remove:

o no! it is an ever-fixed mark
that looks on tempests and is never shaken;
it is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks,
within his bending sickle's compass come:
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bear it out even to the edge of doom.

if this be error and upon me be proved,
i never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-william shakespeare

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

..keep breathing..

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 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!

- rudyard kipling

this is one of my all time favourite poem.

sometimes,
in life,
we don't always get what we want,
life doesn't always turn out the way we plan them to be,
there are moments when we feel the world turns its back on us,
there are days when we woke up on the wrong side of bed,
there are moments when we feel tired of living,
and think of resting eternally,
..but life is something precious to end it just like that!!

when you are facing with trouble,
remember one thing,
that allah never put a burden on your shoulder more than you can bear.
..and when you realise that,
pray for a strong back,
rather than for a light load.

to survive it all,
..the key is to keep breathing!!

god bless!!
-guidance, over and out