Dream that doesn't let you sleep.................

Wrong email address: A couple going on vacation but his wife was on a business trip so he went to the destination first and his wife would meet him the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick email. Unfortunately, when typing her address, he mistyped a letter and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher’s wife whose husband had passed away only the day before. When the grieving widow checked her email, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint. At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen: Dearest Wife, Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow. P.S. Sure is hot down here.

        People Of Cities                                                    Full of noises,                                                   But, Lack of choice.                                                     F...

Jab Tak Hai Jaan 2012 "Your eyes, mischievous and saline, You laugh, an airy insolence Your hair undone in waves divine, I will not forget your memory rife, Until I breathe this life, Until I breathe this life, Your hand slipping from mine, Your shadow turning its gaze, Your walk away from me, The turn of empty days, I will not forget your memory rife, Until I breathe this life, Until I breathe this life.. Your dancing heedless in the rain, Your gentle furies raging, Over little things, in vain, Your childish naughty ways, I will love you, through my days, Until I breathe this life, Until I breathe this life.. Your promises lie torn, The torment of my thoughts, Seething flames that mourn, The ashes of my heart, Your brutal prayers have wrought, I will always scorn, this burning strife, Until I breathe this life, Until I breathe this life.."

        I’m lucky I have my parents, They are very tyrants. Father and Mother, Help me in bother. Sometimes they beat me, But I don’t take it by supposing it hot tea. But sometimes I drink it, So I have to take out this evil. Then I think of orphan, Who live life like capon. They are supposed to get beaten by father, And to listen poems from mother. If it turns to me then I have a family, In which I sustain life tamely. Then why I hurt my parents, After thinking of orphan, I won’t hurt them. I this way, I get education, My father’s beat & mother’s meat. I live under the umbrella of their love. So, I’m the luckiest one.

Poems written for all Husbands and Wives ================================= This is the best and most civil way to have a fight between husband and wife instead of resorting to physical force... Poems written by WIFE and HUSBAND . WIFE: I wrote your name on sand it got washed. I wrote your name in air, it was blown away. Then I wrote your name on my heart & I got Heart Attack. HUSBAND: God saw me hungry, he created pizza. He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi. He saw me in the dark, he created light. He saw me without problems, he created YOU. WIFE: Twinkle twinkle little star You should know what you are And once you know what you are Mental hospital is not so far HUSBAND: The rain makes all things beautiful. The grass and flowers too. If rain makes all things beautiful Why doesn't it rain on you? WIFE: Roses are red; Violets are blue Monkeys like u should be kept in a zoo. Don't feel so angry you will find me there too Not in cage but outside, laughing at you   ...

     Environment All things we see, Without any fee. The things which surround us, Like a mound which is lush. The trees and creatures, Peace is its gestures. We are incomplete, Without this holy sleet. Oh! It is environment, Without it, life is torment. I and surroundings make a system, Known as ecosystem. Whatever, Man is today. It’s all because of nature’s lode. Man is forgetting the nature’s gift, And making his life in kilt. It is the time to make human remember, That without environment His life is impossible, Then, what is the need of making nature messy. Let’s take an oath, Life of mine and nature will sustain in the same cloth.

                                                           This is the Day This is the sort of day I should like to wrap In shiny silver paper And only open when It’s raining. This is the sort of day I should like to hide In a secret drawer to which Only I have the key. This is the sort of day I should like to hang At the back of the wardrobe To keep me warm when winter comes,   This is the day I should like to last forever. This is my birthday.