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CURVE LINES BY Dr Ranjit Dutta
Have you ever looked your curve lines on your palm ?
And questioned the existence of the fore- head lines?
Did the world ever make you question your destiny?
Someone told
Life is governed by these Mystical lines .
Is these funny curves direct our fate?
Did we ever wonder what might be the grammer of the curves?
How does the curves work ?
And how do they provide a solution to Earth-shattering problems?
These little lines determine our existence – past, present, and future!-it is said
Isn’t that funny Mondakanta?
Stuck between belief and disbelief
Never did I have the courage to wipe them out.
When my wishes are fulfilled, my life takes a beautiful turn
Thank them with joy .
Hopes to fly that can aim for the stars
Wishes no longer feel Like a distant dream.
Life starts to feel rosy Emotions reflect on it fragrance
Sometimes when very life begins to Burn,
And the pain Spreads like Wildfire the
Moment my dreams are crumbled by these vicious lines
It never fail to surprise me.
No-one knows the rules of the game nor will anyone solve.
Indeed a mystery !
Mystery
And mystery!
In the Gallery of Life, where deeds hang on display,
Not all can see the masterpiece amidst the gray.
For excellence, that rare and radiant art,
It is visible only to the excellent heart.
Like calls to like, in silent recognition,
A secret language, a hidden coalition.
The mediocre gaze, yet fail to see
The brilliance that sets true greatness free.
As diamonds know the cut of their kind,
So do great minds illuminate great minds?
In the sea of ordinary, they stand apart,
These beacons of skill, these masters of their art.
The Symphony of Genius plays its tune,
But only to those who wish it a commune.
The rest may hear, but cannot comprehend
The depths to which true excellence can descend.
In labs and studios, on grand stages,
Where innovation flows from mind to hand,
The excellent discern what others miss:
The spark of greatness, that ethereal bliss.
So let not lesser judgments cloud your view,
For they know not the heights to which you flew.
Your peers in brilliance, they alone can tell
The magnitude of how you've done so well.
In this world where the average often reigns,
Remember: excellence knows excellence's pains.
Your light, though bright, may not be seen by all,
But to the excellent, it stands forever tall.
He cries in grief at the funeral, he's just lost his best friend.
He passed away so quickly, but had been loyal to the end.
Observers remarked, he's not a real man, look how he cries.
But, what do you expect a man to do, when a loved one dies.
She's beautiful to the extreme, in countenance and form,
A real temptress, in every way, a star was born.
She makes an overture to him with a knowing smile,
He turns her down, says he's been happily married for a while.
She says listen here honey, a real man can't say no to me!
He says a real man understands the meaning of true loyalty.
He works hard every day, does his best to support his family,
After work some say hey, let's go drinking, have a real party!
He says no thanks, I should really be going back home,
I don't like to leave my wife and kids there all alone.
They said you're joking right, a real man does what he wants to.
He says that's not really the loving thing to do.
His neighbor says come on over, watch the game, in my man cave,
He says sorry, I promised the kids we would go out and play.
Neighbor retorts you're so boring, a real man has all the toys,
He says no, a real man grows up, leaves behind the traits of a boy.
On the highway going home, by mistake he cuts someone off,
The other driver is furious, yelling insults, and horrible stuff.
It continues for miles till they're both stuck at a red light,
The other driver get's out and tries to provoke him to fight,
Says get out of the car, chicken, a real man knows how to fight back
His mild manner turns away rage, self-control is his counter attack.
If your father never taught you, what a real man should know,
It gets so obvious as the years pass, it really starts to show.
All is not lost, just grow up, and assume your responsibility,
Then you will understand what it means to be truly happy.
John Derek Hamilton November 1,2015
“The song is ended but the melody lingers on.”
Quote By_Irving Berlin
Its time to turn the page and to end this chapter,
let all the long years of love hide away;
safe in my heart and soul for all of my days left,
it was sad to say farewell to my pet.
Lots of buried memories of those who died came,
of other pets, of my mom, dad, grandma;
of my baby, my love, and my sister,
of family and friends washed over me again.
I have been so sad these past days with tears falling,
but, I am coming to terms with it now;
God gave me this kitty to love and to cherish,
when she got sick he took her to heaven.
Time for me to recover and to be better,
to fill my days with good work and good deeds;
and be the best I can be, healthy, and beautiful,
to be an inspiration to others.
Yes, time to recover from all the grief of deaths,
it is not forgetting but moving on;
each person, each pet lives on in my heart always,
and will until the day God takes me home.
So, I am putting my faith in God- he is the gift,
I will take his hand and he will lead me;
he knows the best way that I must go in this life,
and he will be holding me in his hands.
Cold and dreary from this road I’ve been on
Out here wondering just where I went wrong
Memories hold me together and tear me apart
Inching me closer to the place I left my heart
New places, smiling faces. It is all just a blur
God knows I have been searching for a cure
But peace has eluded me or so it would seem
Afraid of nightmares so I refuse to dream
Caught somewhere in between heaven and hell
Keep telling myself I’ll get through this spell
Holding on to hope and trying to stay strong
Over and over. Stuck on repeat. The same song
Made my mistakes and forced myself to roam
Exhausted, just trying to find my way home
The firing pin is in position,
Primed awaiting the decision to fire,
The target has been acquired.
I require more information,
The operation is under observation.
I'm stationed safely in my heart,
Starting to pick apart the details.
Tailing the target so I don't forget,
It's all in my mind,
I designed how this goes.
Hiding in the shadows,
So no one knows I know,
Cloaked by a coat of intuition,
I fit in tight spaces.
Embracing the darkness,
Facing my own mess,
I press forward to the goal.
My soul flows with confidence,
Growing my experience.
The clearance has been given,
I'm aiming with precision,
The mission in critical condition.
I listen to the breeze,
Before I squeeze the trigger,
Aligned with the bigger picture.
I fire with pure intention,
Unloading my weapon of perception,
Healing a collection of souls,
Looking for their part in the whole.
This is it, the visceral
A mud laden intention for the perfect
And the prefect knows we don’t deserve it
but in morning yawning I’m yearning
To sheen without the glisten
To be of worth without the wealth
To matter in spite of mass
Come sing in the keys of dandelions
and roar like the hidden root
I prefer to blacken my estate
than to yellow at the petals,
fixing myself for your taste
Somewhere in the dirt
Some hand clenching at the shine
of the only future it deserves
is cut off
Someone picking up my charms
Somewhere, far away
So far that in knowing these truths, it doesn’t matter
It has no mass
These are not atoms
This is only shape
Anew
All at once it all was shattered
All was shaken up and crushed
Love became a misconception
Thoughts and feelings were all rushed
Pain and sadness start to battle
Disbelief has joined in too
Trust refuses to be present
Prudence knows not what to do
And the chaos is confronting
It’s confusion at its best
I could use some consolation
Just to put my mind to rest
But the doubt was set in motion
And the hurt is creeping in
My self-image is now crumbling
Let the hating now begin!
All these feelings and emotions
One by one they take their toll
I am losing my composure
I must now decide my goal
I will hear of no forgiving
I want vengeance out of spite
There’s no use for conversation
I refuse to reunite
But the heart can not be trusted
Even though there was a pact
Made by reasoning and feelings
In the end one will deflect
And the storm will start abating
Suddenly the air will clear
As I walk amidst the rubble
I find things that I hold dear
So I pick up all the pieces
And I find not just a few
All of this gives me the courage
To forgive and start anew.
Wendy Nipas
Putting his whole heart into it
Belting out the chorus so loud
Needing a prompter for the lyrics
No one listening in the crowd.
Signing up to sing again
Waiting for his next go
Playing the air guitar
Putting on a show.
The groupies are in his mind
He cannot carry a note
Everyone has left the bar
He needs lozenges for his throat.
He’ll come back again on Tuesday night
To make love to the microphone
Knowing women he will woo
Yet going home alone.
He practices in the shower
He’s gonna make it big he knows
He’s failed three times in auditions
For the American Idol show.
He knows every bar that has a machine
And which nights they plug it in
A regular the bartenders know
Trying not to laugh at him.
No one has the heart to tell him
That he’s wasting his time
I guess living in your own dream
Isn’t really a crime.
So sing it would-be rock and roll boy
Pretend that you’re a star
There will always be a place for you
In the local Karaoke bar.
True workplace beauty resides not in grand corner offices
Or sleek designer furniture that impresses.
Nor is it found in trendy open floor plans,
Or state-of-the-art gadgets in employees' hands.
It doesn't dwell in fancy lobbies with marble floors,
Or in boardrooms behind imposing doors.
It's not confined to Silicon Valley's sprawling campuses,
Or Wall Street's towering glass fortresses.
For workplace beauty knows the craft of productivity,
And cares not for superficial creativity.
But...
Perhaps it blooms in a sun-lit, plant-filled space,
Where ideas flourish and stress has no place.
Perhaps it hums in collaborative zones,
Where teamwork thrives and innovation is sown.
Perhaps you'll find it in quiet focus nooks,
Where deep work happens, away from overlooked.
Perhaps it dances in flexible seating arrangements,
Adapting to tasks with swift rearrangements.
Or...
Perhaps it sparkles in a well-stocked break room,
Where casual chats dispel work-day gloom.
Perhaps it glows in ergonomic design,
Where comfort and health perfectly align.
Perhaps it sings in spaces that inspire,
With art and colour to light creative fire.
Perhaps it whispers in soundproof pods,
Where concentration nods.
For...
It is the flow that comes from a well-designed space,
The productivity that quickens work's pace.
It is the balance of function and form,
That makes coming to work the happy norm.
It is the synergy of team and place,
The innovation that thrives in this space.
It is the well-being that permeates the air,
When employees know their company cares.
So...
Make not the mistake of neglecting your space,
For the workplace, beauty sets the work-life pace.
It's beyond mere aesthetics or trendy design,
It's where purpose and people intertwine.
For "Workplace Beauty"...
Once embraced, it transforms the daily grind,
To a place where great work and joy are combined!