One Day

Oneday

No one of us is working where we all met, one day, 

We all left one by one, to find a better pasture, one day, 

We occasionally, kept in Touch also, one day, 

We inquired about someone else as well, one days,

Then came a revolutions of whatsapp, one day,

We all got again connected somehow, one day,

We cherished those first connection moment, one day,

We again disagreed and fought on silly issues, one day,

As we also follow the trails...for forgotten ways, 

Let’s add loving memories and happy moments, all balance day. 

(c)UK

Prologues : This a poem, I wrote for my office colleagues, whom I meet after 20 yrs, through a whatsapp group, and guess what, before I joined, the group was Silent but after I joined it renewed with lots of sharing. Then the nightmare started, some loose minded colleagues started the forwarded messages in group, religious shaming and political nonsense... so I wrote to them these below poem...  

 

What Is Ours to Do?

When I compare myself to others, I have an immense sense of failure, of inadequacy because I see only their strengths which seldom are my strengths. 

But when I forget comparisons and look only to what needs to be done, what can be done, I am at peace in the knowledge that I have something to give, something to offer. 

If I give of myself, it will make a difference, even though someone else could have given more, could have loved more perfectly, could have succeeded where I failed. 

If only everyone realized that the gift she or he can give is unique and does make a difference! 

What pain of self-pity he or she would be spared! 

We can never be the people we admire. 

We can only be ourselves, and that alone is admirable.

—from the book Song of the Sparrow: New Poems and Meditations by Murray Bodo, OFM

Think about this

 

“Think about this”

 

For each one of us, eventually,

Whether we are ready or not,

Someday it will come to end.

 

There will be no more sun rises,

No more minutes, hours or days,

 

All the things that you collected,

Whether treasured or forgotten,

Will be passed to someone else.

 

Your wealth, fame and temporal power,

will shrivel to irrelevance.

 

It won’t matter, whether you are,

Beautiful or brilliant,

Rich or poor,

Famous or anonymous,

or thought to be those things.

 

It won't matter,

where you came from,

or what side of the tracks you supported.

 

The wins and losses,

that once seemed so important,

will fade away.

 

What will matter is,

Not what we got, but what we Gave

Not what we bought, but what we build,

for those whom you loved.

 

And if there is love,

there is a reason to hope.

And If you can hope,

pray well not only for you own family,

but for your neighbors as well.

 

And who is your neighbor? Everybody except you.

Spread Love, peace, Joy, kindness, humble, patience, goodness.