Next birth

Though someone prayed and won your hand,
And walks with you in this lifetime’s land,

I begin my prayer from that first day
I met, For another dawn, another way.

If they wish for you in lives ahead,
My vow will rise where angels tread;
I’ll fight through fate, through time’s rebirth,
To be your soulmate on the next earth.

I won’t let go when worlds restart
I’ll claim you then… with a stronger heart.

After hearing this, you may grow angry,
Curse my name and turn away;
You may pray to keep your distance,
To push my stubborn heart astray.

Yet I will not choose dark endings,
Nor wound this life for love’s demand;
I’ll grow stronger, wiser, better
So fate itself will take my hand.

Not as a ghost, nor through destruction,
Not by breaking heaven’s law;
But by becoming worthy slowly,
The kind of love you once saw.

Across the births, across the years,
Let destiny decide our part;

Enough for Me

 It feels like you exist around,

A silent warmth without a sound;

I’m not sure if you’re truly near,

Or just a thought I hold so dear.

Whenever your name crosses my mind,
A sudden smile I always find;
A quiet joy begins to rise,
Soft and gentle, no disguise.

Thank you for this light you give,
For teaching my lonely heart to live;
I do not wish to cross your way,
Or turn your calm into dismay.

I’ll keep my distance, far and free,
No shadow of mine where you may be;
I swear—your memory in my mind
Is all the happiness I need to find.

I will not call, I will not move,
No restless act to disturb or prove;
For loving you in silence true
Is more than enough… just thinking of you.

Only YOU

When the world grows faint and far away,
Your name is all my heart will say;
In crowded rooms or silent nights,
It’s you who fills my hidden lights.

No promise binds your heart to mine,
No fate has drawn a mutual line;
I’d dare do wrong, cross every line
Yet love stays mine and you’re not mine

Forwarded joke

 

This is what you call humor…

One day, a girl was sitting in the veranda with her elderly grandmother. Just then, her boyfriend arrived there.

The girl said to her boyfriend:

“Did you bring Ram Pal Yadav’s book, ‘Dad Is at Home’?”

The boy replied: “No, I came to get Keemti Anand’s book, ‘Where Should I Wait for You?’”

The girl said: “I don’t have that book. I have Prem Bajpayee’s ‘Under the Mango Tree’.”

The boy said: “Alright. When you come, bring Anand Bakshi’s ‘Call You in Five Minutes’.”

The girl replied: “Okay. I will definitely bring John Abraham’s ‘Won’t Let You Down’.”

The boy touched the grandmother’s feet respectfully and left.

Grandmother: “My dear, how does this boy read so many books?”

Girl: “Yes, Grandma. In our class, he is very intelligent and wise.”

Grandmother: “Oh really, child? Then tell him to read Munshi Premchand’s ‘Old People Are Not Stupid’ at least once.” 

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ಹಾಸ್ಯ ಅಂದರೆ ಇದು . .

ಒಂದು ಸಲ ಒಬ್ಬ ಹುಡುಗಿ ವಯಸ್ಸಾದ ತನ್ನ ಅವ್ವ ನ ಜೊತೆ ವೆರಾಂಡಾ ದಲ್ಲಿ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದಳು. ಆವಾಗ ಅಲ್ಲಿಯೇ ಅವಳ ಬಾಯ್ ಫ್ರೆಂಡ್ ಬಂದು ಬಿಟ್ಟ.

ಆ ಹುಡುಗಿ ತನ್ನ ಬಾಯ್ ಫ್ರೆಂಡ್ ಗೆ ಹೀಗೆ ಹೇಳಿದಳು . .

" ನೀವು ರಾಮ್ ಪಾಲ್ ಯಾದವ್ ಅವರ ಪುಸ್ತಕ, " Dad is at Home " ತಂದಿದ್ದೀರಾ ? "

ಹುಡುಗ : " ಇಲ್ಲ ನಾನು ಕೀಮತೀ ಆನಂದ್ ಅವರ, " Where should I wait for you " ? ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಒಯ್ಯಲು ಬಂದಿರುವೆ ".

ಹುಡುಗಿ : ಆ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ನನ್ನ ಬಳಿ ಇಲ್ಲ. ನನ್ನ ಬಳಿ ಪ್ರೇಮ್ ಬಾಜ್ಪೇಯಿ ಅವರ, " Under the Mango Tree " ಇದೆ.

ಹುಡುಗ : ಸರಿ. ನೀನು ಬರುವಾಗ ಆನಂದ್ ಬಕ್ಷಿ ಅವರ, " Call You In Five Minutes " ತೊಗೊಂಡು ಬಾ.

ಹುಡುಗಿ : Ok. ನಾನು ಜಾನ್ ಅಬ್ರಾಹಂ ಅವರ, " Won't Let You Down " ಪುಸ್ತಕ ತಪ್ಪದೇ ತೆಗೆದು ಕೊಂಡು ಬರ್ತೀನಿ.

ಹುಡುಗ ಅವ್ವನ ಚರಣ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶ ಮಾಡಿ ಹೋಗಿಬಿಡುತ್ತಾನೆ.

ಅವ್ವ : ಮಗಳೇ ಈ ಹುಡುಗ ಎಷ್ಟೊಂದು ಪುಸ್ತಕಗಳು ಅದು ಹೇಗೆ ಓದುತ್ತಾನೆ ?

ಹುಡುಗಿ : ಅವ್ವ ಹೌದು. ನಮ್ಮ ಕ್ಲಾಸ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಇವನು ತುಂಬಾ ವಿವೇಕಿ ಹಾಗೂ ಜಾಣ.

ಅವ್ವ : ಹೌದಾ ಬೇಟಿ ! ಹಾಗಾದರೆ ಅವನಿಗೆ ಮುನ್ಶಿ ಪ್ರೇಮಚಂದ್ ಅವರ, " Old people are not stupid " ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಓದಲು ಹೇಳು.

The Hollow Within

 There’s a hollow I cannot name,
A quiet ache without a face;
As if something slipped from my hands,
Or time stole more than I could trace.

It feels like loss without goodbye,
Like someone pulled my world away;
An unseen force, a sudden shift,
That left my heart unsure to stay.

Insecurity knocks loud at night,
Whispers fears I try to hide;
It says I’m small, I’ll lose it all
That nothing good is on my side.

But maybe what is torn apart
Is only making room inside;
Maybe every shaken ground
Prepares a stronger place to stride.

Break the Spell

 Laziness wraps around my day,
A silent thief that steals my way;
Though fire within me wants to rise,
It dims beneath those heavy sighs.

It pulls me down like gentle chains,
Soft excuses, sweet remains;
I fight a little—then give in,
Like a helpless child within.

Time slips past in quiet defeat,
Dreams fall down at my own feet;
Oh God, lift me from this haze,
Guide my steps through brighter days.

Give me strength to stand and start,
Discipline within my heart;
No more surrender, no delay
Lead me on the rightful way.

Tides - Wishes

Upon the shore the restless waves arise,
With silver arms that stretch beneath the skies;
They long to reach, to hold the waiting land,

To pull it close within their cooling hand.

Each day they rush with hope’s unbroken might,
They try, retreat, then gather strength to fight;
Though knowing well the shore will never yield,
Still back they charge across the open field.

The shore just smiles beneath the sunlit ray,
Unmoved, untouched, as waters fade away;
It knows no tide can drag it to the deep,
No roaring wish can claim what it will keep.

So are our wishes—waves that rise and fall,
And goals the shore that stands beyond them all;
The struggle roars, the patient smile remains
An endless dance of losses, hopes, and gains.