And so you want to look into my eyes……

What if you find, only cloud of agony?

Will your stomach not giggle with feeling of insane?

How you feel when I tell you…....

My soul loves to be tormented with heart desires.

I am holding a lump of tears in my eyes

That spells the worst of plague of words.

My soul enjoys in festival of sorrow

With each mourn, my soul likes to die.

How you feel when I tell you……...

Every beset on my soul echoes your love.

Desire and dream are scourges of your warmth.

My lump is an amorous disposition of fantacy.

With every enjoyment my soul waits for light.

With each mourn, my soul likes to die, but in your arms.

How you feel when I tell you........

You don’t have courage to accept me.

You love me but your’s heart centricity is Self.

You want me, but with perfection from dawn to dusk.

You lack the courage of your’s convictions only!

And so my shadow moved away from me………

©Nidhi

Many years ago, Norman Cousins was diagnosed as terminally ill. He was given six months to live. His chance for recovery was one in 500.

He could see the worry, depression and anger in his life contributed to, and perhaps helped cause, his disease. He wondered, If illness can be caused by negativity, can wellness be created by positivity He decided to make an experiment of himself.

Laughing was one of the most positive activities he knew. He rented all the funny movies he could find - Keaton, Chaplin, Fields, the Marx Brothers. (This was before VCRs, so he had to rent the actual films.) He read funny stories. He asked his friends to call him whenever they said, heard or did something funny.

His pain was so great he could not sleep. Laughing for 10 solid minutes, he found, relieved the pain for several hours so he could sleep. He fully recovered from his illness and lived another 20 happy, healthy and productive years. (His journey is detailed in his book, Anatomy of an Illness.) He credits visualization, the love of his family and friends, and laughing for his recovery.

Some people think laughing is a waste of time. It is a luxury, they say, a frivolity, something to indulge in only every so often. Nothing could be further from the truth. Laughing is essential to our equilibrium, to our well-being, to our aliveness. If we're not well, laughing helps us get well; if we are well, laughing helps us stay that way.

Since Cousins' ground-breaking subjective work, scientific studies have shown that laughter has a curative effect on the body, the mind and the emotions. So, if you like laughing, consider it sound medical advice to indulge in it as often as you can. If you don't like laughter, then take your medicine - laugh anyway.

Use whatever makes you laugh - movies, sitcoms, Monty Python, records, books, New Yorker cartoons, jokes, friends.

Give yourself permission to laugh - long and loud and out loud - whenever anything strikes you as funny. The people around you may think you're strange, but sooner or later they'll join in even if they don't know what you're laughing about.

Some diseases may be contagious, but none is as contagious as the cure. . . laughter.

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I don't know what made Grace to shutdown her Xanga, but when I asked her the reason, she replied ,"I want to be more closer to God". I haven't got what exactly she meant. But I am happy atleast I am in touch with her. . This is one of the poem that she mailed me recently. I feel this is among one of her best poem. I always wonder, is there something as previous birth?

tell me about the skies,
the different colors,
the mystery of its light,
why it goes dark at night,
when suddenly everything seems right,
tell me about the sky,
and the mysteries it holds.

tell me of heartfelt love,
and the secrets about it,
the emotions it causes us to feel,
the pain it can cause,
when it comes crashing down,
tell me about love,
how should it feel?

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the most beautiful jewel
Shining forth eternally

Within that precious jewel
Within that priceless piece of we
Lies a time beyond all time
Lies a place beyond all space

Within that sacred source of radiance
Lies a love beyond all love
Waiting
          Waiting
                    Waiting
Ever so patiently

Waiting for you, waiting for me
Waiting patiently for all to see
The beauty that is you inside of me
The beauty that is me inside of thee

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the love and wisdom
Of all Eternity

Fred Burks

Six humans trapped by happenstance
In black and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first woman held hers back
For on the faces around the fire,
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And couldn't bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third man sat in tattered clothes;
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store.
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.