Thursday, November 17, 2011

Dream a dream

One hundred years from now,
It will not matter,
What kind of car I drove,
What kind of house I lived in,
How much I had in my bank,
Nor what my clothes looked like.
One hundred years from now,
It will not matter,
What kind of school I attended,
What kind of typewriter I used,
How large or small my church.
But the world may be. . .
A little better because. . .
I was important in the life of a child.
- Dream a Dream- - A social enterprise  

Came across this in the above mentioned website. It inspired me. Hence it is here. Hope you enjoyed reading it :)

Tuesday, June 28, 2011


The Sun is but a wisp of smoke compared to their fury
The Moon appears restless to their tranquility
The Ocean bows humbly to the depth of their love
So dark and lovely that the Sky is no match to them
The Earth has naught to say to the pain they can bear
So lively that the running River seems lifeless
And so magnificent that they left me dumbstruck
No wonder I was imprisoned in them and became a slave
Nothing in this universe has that power except your eyes
And I am madly and deeply in love with them

Well, this is my first blog post. Fell in love with this poem :) It's not written by me. But someone whom i know. :)