Sunday, January 11, 2009

Damn it feels good to be a........

A Crush

Sunny was the day,
I was sitting with some friends
sharing the jokes,
and laughing at new trends

then I noticed u,
standing in the crowd;
ur lips were shut
but eyes spoke loud

I was spelled by the
magic in ur eyes,
and kept searching for
the truth inside ur lies

you never said anything,
not even a hint;
maybe i was a fool
or was it just an instinct ?

I did everything
to bring u close,
but to live without me
is what u chose !!

u can go and
leave me behind
but let me tell u,
u'll always be on my mind

I think of u
whatever be the time
I plead guilty ,
if that is a crime

I'll wait 4 the day
when we can be together
and, I really dont care
even if that takes forever !!

-- VP - from ashes 2 glory, pride & honor --

Thursday, January 8, 2009


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----------