How does a lady look while she blows her cigarette smoke? Does she look class or rude? Some have many interpretations, but whatever are these, for me, the best thing is to respect Some smoke to release tense and some were just influenced by their friends. But this isn't the main thing. I also have the calling... I am here to save you from harm, not to ruin  Have ears to hear what am sayin' I am just a good friend showing you my kindness and gentle care. One day somehow, you'll regret why you didn't listen. I  just want to save you from the harm of nicotine... As blaming yourself will never be in the beginning yet always be at the end  ..and I don't want this to happen Just as I don't want to blame myself, I didn't find a time to change you in my own little heartfelt way to say... Please stop smoking, my friend...

May this ink will spill the color you love to see, to open your eyes reading what I wish to convey. That this ink of mine will cease the movement of the sea as it draws to ebb, it gives us solace as we breathe. May it soar with the moving clouds' ripples and promulgates peace whilst it is being viewed by all living creatures of this world. May this ink splash love to touch insensible hearts to embrace the world with love and dominate the earth through the wisdom it speaks. May this ink will drizzle the beauty in me.. my thoughts and heart will envelop the whole world through the omnipotent gift unto me being bestowed... May this ink.. will be the ink to conquer the hatred of the world and will bring Oneness to thee and me and to all who surround ..And may this ink will give us the glory enlightened by the Mighty Spirit...It will speak the words of God... and not mine to say...

To understand love, we must love first ourselves... Let's dance with the moving delight of this world so great..let's know how lucky we are to have a chance to breathe... Try to look at the person at your side...are you giving his face aglow? Is he a reflection of you? Have you uttered words of kindness that soothe his innermost? Remember, love is contagious. Love will manifest .unselfishness.. what you shine to others will be sunshine to all..extend your magnificent love to a person.. and your pet will become a moving inspiration.. and so on..and so on... Love is armor against racism..love is powerful protection more than any guns and explosions.. our souls will graciously shine upon its practice... if we just believe the power of love is such a luminous grace   To love ourselves is to love our families and so our communities. It won't stop us loving only just for our countries... we can love the whole world by simply trusting that its essence is more than

In this universe's vastness, people in different places are from one God who created Adam and Eve.  Scattered along the big and massive continents separated by big oceans and land... Leaders rule each of their places, protecting their lands that separate people near and far... They are uncontented; they keep striving for prestige, power, and fame. Their ego divides the races... But we only have a short life living on this earth...let's not waste our breath.  In the latter days, we from ashes will turn back into ashes..to our coming generation, what legacy would we leave? Why can't we teach Love by our deeds? As an example, can we set ourselves?  We can change the world..let's move hand in hand against racism..let's be optimistic... On the judgment day... God won't ask us from where we are... We don't need to fight. Let's spread love to each other.  Let's contemplate for the best. Let's abide and behave.

Let me greet you, Papa If I can create words for others, would it not be trifling if I couldn't grasp some words for my father? Would I forget his love for me so focused? He spoke like a broken record. He boasted me to his friends. He was, to me, that proud. With his gentle lion's thoughts, he planned things to be done with his strenuous effort, and he was that profound. He was strict yet great with silence like a river deep; he wanted me to be well-mannered and decent. I remember one night when I was out of his sight, he finds for me like missing the brightest moon; I was his life. It saddened me to see my father witnessing the torments of his daughter. Maybe his brave heart also shed tears. But what can an ill father do to save her precious daughter? He couldn't strive for my strife, he was helpless, yet still, he kept me with his pleas until the end of his life. Now it's Father's moments! Let me celebrate with you, Papa. Let me reminisce our memories and talk abo

This is dedicated to Our Angel. Jolly Bhattacharjee... HAPPY BIRTHDAY WE LOVE YOU The Power of Women's Strength... Drawing our strength Exhausting our words Words that are forgotten from long ago Forgiving life's failings and hurts That can overcome even the effort. Possessed by the charm~ Pierce through the night oblivion I no longer thought about what is buried. Cross path with us women with sweet melancholy~ Our power to go Forward again Find our heart's strength. The joy of overcoming this life Good humor and joy never part~ Strong shoulders and sweethearts Pierce together always a new start. The way the road most traveled To view the real truth of pure sweet love. Is a Woman's strength~ Deborah Brooks Langford In an intricate journey of my life's journey Upon paving the rough road along my way I shared my tears, and so my smiles. With the strength that I molded, in life I rise Ups and downs were part of my walks. I planted good

she breathes heavenly air without her knowledge to love and to care for her norm is her sweet caress her romantic intelligence flowing like a lovely spring she is delicate and sensitive her tears kiss her pains to love is what she wants to power on this earth her pure heart pours all throughout her writings her tears are real upon listening to our sad stories they are the witness flowing like a lovely stream of softness she truly amazed this wonderful world her love for us has so much to unfold yet, her romantic love is Blue in color as for her... it represents perpetual heartaches to bear her pains made her ink bleeds in blue her heart groans in gloom and in sorrow yet her pen vividly dancing upon her waving emotions our presence dissipates all her crying sensations we, the women of passion want her to be happily aglow we'll be with her not just until the time our grey hair will start to show in love, she's our accurate model She is our livin