Dad used to give us a measly Rs. 20/- per month, in that we were not only able to eat stomachs fill, but we were able to save too !!!

Now we earn a sum of 20K, we have no idea where it goes, let alone saving it !!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

6 subjects per year, 6 different teachers !
One project since we joined and just one manager !!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

We used to make notes; we used to study for ranks !!
Now we scan thru our mails; we struggle for our ratings !!!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

We have still not forgotten the people in the next section !!!
Now we don’t even know who sits in the next cubicle !!!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

After getting back from a tiring play, we used to do our home work !!
Now who knows/cares about home; all we do is just work !!!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

We knew our history and economics !!
Now let alone reading books, we don’t even catch up with the daily news !!!
Which was better, the former or the latter???

We had an aim in life; behind our backs we had our teachers !!
Now we have no idea about the future nor do we find any one who would tell us anything !!!
Now just ask yourself, which was better, the former or the latter???

This poem was nominated poem of 2005 for the best poem, written by an African kid.........amazing thought!!!

When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black..

And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray..
And you calling me Colored ??

1. Don’t leave email sitting in your in box.If you are familiar with the Getting Things Done methodology, this is rule #1. If you leave the email sitting in your inbox, you will end up reading it 50 times before you act on it. That’s a waste of time and energy. Touch each email only once. If you can answer it in less than 2 minutes, do it. Otherwise, figure out how much time you’ll need to deal with it, and assign the appropriate action to it. Don’t look at it again until you’re ready to do it. For example, if you need to make a phone call to deal with the email, then put the email in your @calls list and don’t pull it up again until you’re picking up the phone. If the email is simply informative, or there is nothing you will need to do within a short time period, file it.

2. Admit multitasking is bad.Bad multitasking is bad. Good multitasking is when you break your activities down into discrete steps (in the GTD world, they’re called “actions”) and complete an entire action before moving on to the next one. For example, you get an email from a client asking you to make a change on their website. You need to reply to the client to let him know you’re on it. You need to make the change. You need to proofread or test your work. You need to upload the change to the site. You need to close the loop with the client to let him know it’s done. That’s a single task with 5 actions that have to be done in sequential order. Don’t start the email and then get distracted. Finish the email and send it. Then move on to another action, even if it’s for another task. Projects have phases. Phases have tasks. Tasks have actions. Multitasking in the middle of an action is bad. Jumping around between tasks is not. When you are working at home you are only measured when you produce results. No credit for just showing up. You produce results by completing actions and closing the loop on tasks.

3. Do the most important thing first.The “most important thing” is so 5 minutes ago. Before I stop working each day, I decide right then what is “the most important thing” for the next day. In the morning, I check email first. Each email is judged against “the most important thing” from the night before. If “the most important thing” is still “the most important thing,” then that’s what is done first. When that action is done, I check email and make sure the next “most important thing” is still “the most important thing” and so on. A web worker doesn’t have someone standing over their shoulder setting priorities. It’s a constantly evolving process that only you can manage.

4. Check your email on a schedule.I see this all the time and I just can’t agree with it. If you’ve broken up your tasks into actions, then it’s easy to find the time to read email in between completed actions. Follow the rules: if you can get rid of the email in under 2 minutes, do it. Act like your email is a hot potato and it won’t pile up or get in your way. Make sure your “most important thing” of the moment is always at the top. Goodness forbid you miss that 2:30 deadline to get a fax back because you read your email at the scheduled time of 3 pm.

5. Keep web site addresses organized.Have one trusted system for organization. If you like to copy/paste websites into a Word file, then always do that. If you like to write things down on a pad of paper, then do that only. Don’t have websites in del.icio.us, websites in an email, websites in a file and websites on post-it notes.

6. Know when you work best.Funny thing is, if you don’t know when you work best your colleagues certainly do. The more you work from home or remotely, the more the people who work with you begin to learn your style. If you are most productive at 10:30 at night, you can bet the email asking you to do stuff starts coming in at 9 pm.

7. Think about keystrokes.If you’re on a computer all day, keystrokes matter because efficiency matters. “On any given day, an information worker will do a dozen Google searchers…How many keystrokes does it take? Can you reduce it to three? You might save 10 seconds, but over time, that builds up.”Um sure, whatever. For me the goal is to get the computer to think and move as fast as I do. When my creativity and thought process is flowing, I don’t want to be held up looking for a menu command.

8. Make it easy to get started.We don’t have problems finishing projects, we have problems starting them…make a shallow on-ramp…I try to break own my projects into chunks, so I am not overwhelmed by them…Once again: Projects have phases. Phases have tasks. Tasks have actions. Strike that balance between available time and available resources to complete an action. If you don’t have 30 minutes of available time, don’t start an action that will take 30 minutes. You’ll just end up stressed and disorganized. See the mountain as a series of very small steps. Before you know it, you’ll be halfway up. Schedule your time-sensitive actions and tasks for the day first, and then fill in the gaps with actions that have looser deadlines. Make a point of doing at least three non-critical actions a day, and at least one “I don’t want to do it” action a day. Do it anyway. Otherwise you’ll end up procrastinating yourself right up to a deadline.

9. Organize your to-do list every day.Once a day? Too broad. Every task on your plate has a next action. Keep the list of next actions for every task/project close, and be prepared to reorganize them after every completed action. Unexpected things happen and priorities shift. It soon becomes habit. If you are using Outlook for email, I can’t recommend the Getting Things Done add-in strongly enough. It’s got its bugs to work around, but it’s an incredible tool for filing and processing email into discrete actions.

10. Dare to be slow.Remember that a good time manager actually responds to some things more slowly than a bad time manager would. For example, someone who is doing the highest priority task is probably not answering incoming email while they’re doing it.I would argue that it’s not about speed, it’s about priorities and breaking larger tasks down to smaller actions. It may appear that you’re taking a longer time to complete a task, when what you’re really doing is taking bigger gaps between actions.
and let me add an 11th one:

11. Close the loop.No dangling threads. There is either something you need to do or there isn’t. Decide that quickly. When the task is done, don’t forget the action of getting that task completely off your plate. Send the email, make the phone call, file it. Whatever. When it’s done, it’s done. Get it off your desk. Don’t spend hours working on a task and then let the very last action of a thank you email to the client (or sending the invoice) sit in your to-do list for days.
Finally…don’t forget to make sure you have a few @fun actions in there too. Don’t read that joke from your friend now, put it aside and wait until you really need that laugh in between actions. And then don’t feel guilty for taking the time to read it.

Savithri was born on December 6th, in the year 1936 in Chirravur, which is a village in Guntur District, Andhra Pradesh. Nissankara Guraviah and Subhadramma were her parents. She lost her father when she was just six years old. With her uncle’s support, she studied till third form (eighth standard) in Kasturi Bai Memorial School at Vijayawada. She learnt dancing while she was studying and got loads of appreciations whenever she performed on the stage. She was bestowed into the film industry at a very young age (at the age of twelve) as she got an offer in the film ‘Agni Pariksha’. She merely missed the chance because she looked too young to play the role in that particular film. Soon after that, she got a key role in the film ‘Samsaram’, which was produced by the banner ‘Sadhana Chitra’ in 1950 but again bad luck shoved off the role since she felt very abashed and tensed up to take through with Akkineni Nageswara Rao as he is a big star. As a result she was replaced by Pushpalatha but was offered a small role in that movie. When the film was released, the producers and directors recognized her inborn talent. She caught chances to act in films like ‘Sankranthi’, ‘Palleturu’ etc. She performed in a dance flick in the legendary film ‘Pathala Bhairavi’ in 1951. There was no looking back for Savithri, after she had performed as a second heroine in the film ‘Pelli Chesi Choodu’ in 1952. Once when she took a chance to visit Gemini Studios, for the first time she met Gemini Ganeshan over there. Gemini Ganeshan used to be a well-known hero in the Tamil industry and was called as ‘Kaadal Mannan’ (King of Love) by the Tamil audience. Gemini Ganeshan, subsequently, said about Savithri “She would definitely develop into an outstanding actress in future.” Later his calculation turned out to be true when she got an offer in the film ‘Devadas’, pairing with Akkineni Nageswara Rao. She incurred a substantial position for her in the Telugu film industry after acting in the film ‘Devadas’ in the year 1953.

This was the film, which raised Savithri's image as an artiste. Among the films of Savithri, the most illustrious films were ‘Missamma’, ‘Maya Bazar’, ‘Ardhangi’, ‘Kanya Sulkam’, ‘Devatha’, ‘Naadee Aada Janme’, etc., where her astonishing performance bewitched the spectators. She acted about 318 films in Telugu, Tamil and a few films in Hindi like ‘Bahut Din Huyen’, ‘Ghar Basake Dekho’, ‘Balaram Sri Krishna’, ‘Ganga ki Leharen’ etc. She almost acted with every top hero of the Telugu and the Tamil cinema fields. Savithri used to take over the scene regardless of the actor she was performing with. She was similarly triumphed over the Telugu and Tamil industries. She was treated as the number one heroine. Because at that time there used to be nearly 20 Savithri starred movies released in a year. Every role where Savithri had enacted made her to stand as a persistent symbol. The audience as well as the critics appreciated her. The women audience would adore Savithri for her liveliness and captivating performance. During her career, she focused her mind only on acting. She found no time to think about anything other than acting. She was very dedicated to her career. Since she was chubby, she even underwent severe dieting to suit her role while she was acting for some of her films. Savithri was not only a distinguished actress but also a refined film director. She had directed films like ‘Chinnari Papalu’, ‘Chiranjeevi’, ‘Maathru Devatha’ and ‘Vintha Samsaram’in Telugu and a few films in Tamil. Her misfortune started with the film ‘Praptam’ (Mooga Manasulu in Telugu) the Tamil film, which was made under her own production and direction. The film took nearly five years to be completed and that pushed Savithri into non-recoverable debts. She would watch all the Hollywood movies and analyze them in an amazing manner. She loved Sophia Loren and Shirley McLain.

Her association with the Tamil actor Gemini Ganeshan feathered while they were acting together for a Tamil film ‘Manam Pola Mangalyam’ and it was again a love story, which directed to a secret marriage in the year 1956. Afterward it was revealed subsequently when Savithri gave her photo for the Lux soap advertisement, as it was signed as ‘Savithri Ganesh’ at the backside of the photograph. Savithri and Gemini were blessed with two children Vijaya Chamundeswari and Sathish. Savithri used to be very strict, disciplined and compassionate as a mother. Because of her work pressure she hardly found time to spend with her kids. Even then she used to capture some time out of her hectic schedule and spent a good quality of time with her kids. She gave her children complete liberty while insuring certain restrictions on them. She never raised hands at her children. She loved her kids immeasurably. Since there was no availability of televisions in our country at that time, she arranged a 16mm projector, to show the films that she had acted to her kids. Even though she discussed about films with her children she never entertained them to pick for films, as she never wished her children to experience the pains, which she had faced. Savithri's 100th film ‘Konjum Salangai’ (‘Muripinche Muvvalu’ in Telugu) happened to be paired with Gemini Ganeshan! Apart from the films and her children, jasmine flowers and drizzling rain were her favorite whimsies. She used to have a jasmine garden at her home and she delighted plucking flowers from the bushes and wearing them on her hair. She used to swamp herself in the rain, which was an enjoyment for her. Before I forget Savithri was a left-hander. She also had a great enthrallment towards sports and games like cricket and chess. She never missed a cricket match that was played in Chennai. Famous West Indies cricketer Gary Sobers was her most favorite sports person. Even in those days she participated in the star-cricket with Sivaji Ganeshan.

She even possessed an attractive chess table made of ivory. She was born with a tremendous sense of humour so as she got a great and perfect proficiency in mimicking others. She left no person that she had known not imitated. She enjoyed replicating people e.g. her husband Gemini Ganeshan, Relangi, Saroja Devi, Sivaji Ganeshan, S.V. Ranga Rao, Kabir Bedi and many others. Basically she was very strong-minded and unwavering person. No human factor could change her choices that she had made once furthermore she would never give up things easily. She would never tell her problems to anyone she led her life according to her own inherent aptitude. She was very freehearted and freehanded while extending helping hands to others. Once she went entirely bejeweled with gold and diamonds to meet the Prime Minister, Sri Lal Bahaddur Shastri and gave away all the adornment for the Prime Minister’s Relief Fund. Some people exploited her quality of innocence and generosity. She was awarded with the title ‘Kalai Mamani’ by the Tamilnadu State Government, ‘Nati Siromani’ by the Andhra Yuvathi Mandali and with an apt title as ‘Mahanati’. Unfortunately marriage was not a good occurrence in Savithri’s life. When her husband, the person, whom she adored and trusted a lot, ditched her, she was awfully distressed moreover it was a great blow on her trust towards a person. The shock directed her to undergo depressed conditions in her later part of life. It was very painful for her to live alone in a vast house with two immature children. She lost trust in people and adopted dangerous habits like alcohol, sleeping pills, and drugs. Slowly the appetite vanished, intoxicants had overruled her sentiments and sensitivities. Savithri was hospitalized many times. She suffered a lot during her stay at the hospitals. On the course of her travel to Mysore for a shooting she broke down, went into coma, and was hurried back to Chennai where her children admitted her in a hospital.

There she lost her speech and left this world on 26th, December 1981 at Madras. She left her screen life as an eternal model. But what she was offered in return ?

Leo is the fifth Sign of the Zodiac. Moving past the exploration of the world and the need to nurture of the first four Signs, Leo's great need is to create. Virgo, the sixth Sign of the Zodiac, brings their skills and talents together for the good of others. Those born on the Leo/Virgo Cusp have the vitality and ambition to be successful in their creative endeavours and are industrious and efficient when working for a good cause.The astrological symbol of Leo is the Lion, and Leo takes on all the dramatic, grand characteristics of the King of the Jungle. The astrological symbol of Virgo is the Virgin. This symbol indicates the qualities of a virgin rather than the definition: Virgos and Virgo Cusps tend to be shy and somewhat nervous, and they may be undemonstrative. The Leo/Virgo is a curious mixture of introverted and extroverted tendencies, modesty and flamboyance, and a capacity to see both the largest and the smallest picture in every situation. They are practical, logical and extremely creative. Virgos and Virgo Cusps are skilled at seeing all sides of a situation. In this way, Virgo exemplifies the Mutable quality assigned to it. Leos and Leo Cusps hold strong, steady opinions and have a strong ability to see their projects through to the end. In this way, Leo exemplifies the Fixed quality assigned to it. Leo/Virgos are good businesspeople because of their methodical attention to detail and their ability to stick with a practical and organised routine. They are good organisers and they tend to be popular, even inspiring.Leo is ruled by the Sun. Virgo is ruled by the Planet Mercury. In ancient Roman mythology, Mercury (and his Greek equivalent, Hermes) was the messenger god. He was a quick, nervous type, known for his strong reasoning and capacity for analysing. Communication was his province. As a Planet, Mercury is androgynous. In ancient times, the Sun was believed to be the centre of the Universe, the core of existence, the Father.

Leo/Virgo Cusps are gregarious, social and fun-loving, and live life with enthusiasm. The natural leadership of these people and their administrative prowess help ensure that their projects are successful. Leo/Virgos enjoy exploring their interests deeply. They are very good at understanding the deeper meaning of what others say. They rely on logic rather than emotion to make their decisions. They are reliable, practical and diligent, but they can sometimes seem picky or overcritical to those who aren't as discriminating as they are.
Leo/Virgos are decisive and direct, optimistic that they will succeed. Sometimes they exaggerate problems and overreact to stumbling blocks, but generally they are positive, and their natural pride and stubborn streak keeps them from giving up. The Element associated with Leo is Fire. Fire Signs are physical: They tend to respond to the world through action rather than intellect or emotion. The Element associated with Virgo is Earth. They tend to respond to the world by examining the worth of each possible course of action. Leo/Virgos, or Fire/Earth Signs, are able to analyse and then take appropriate action. They are selective and discriminating, but are always moving and quick. Their warm-hearted and outgoing personalities are fiery and abundant. They are cheerful and self-assured, studious and sensible in business dealings. They are sceptical of extravagant claims and promises. Many Leo/Virgos, however, love to gamble, and may be brash and extravagant at the gaming table. They also tend to be very health-conscious. They are concerned with diet and hygiene. This interest in health ensures they take good care of their mental and physical selves.

Which classes are loaded by the custom loader?
In order to allow hot refresh, class references in your servlet and JSP code must be resolved by EAServer's custom class loader.

Classes loaded by the system class loader Class instances loaded by the system class loader cannot be refreshed. Class instances loaded by the custom class loader cannot be assigned to references loaded by the system class loader, or vice-versa.

Most all references will be resolved by the custom loader. The exceptions are references made with class loader calls with an explicit reference to the system class loader or another custom class loader. The following class references are all resolved by the custom class loader when they occur in servlet code:

Classes referenced by import statements and declarations.
Classes loaded dynamically using Class.forName(String). For example:
obj = Class.forName("com.foo.MyClass");

Classes loaded by explicitly calling the java.lang.ClassLoader associated with the servlet instance, which can be retrieved with this code (this refers to the servlet instance):
ClassLoader loader = this.getClassLoader();

1.Use interfaces when I see that something in my design will change frequently. You should generally favor interfaces over inheritance when you want an object to have a certain type;
For example, the Strategy pattern lets you swap new algorithms and processes into your program without altering the objects that use them. A media player might know how to play CDs, MP3s, and wav files. Of course, you don't want to hardcode those playback algorithms into the player; that will make it difficult to add a new format like AVI. Furthermore, your code will be littered with useless case statements. And to add insult to injury, you will need to update those case statements each time you add a new algorithm. All in all, this is not a very object-oriented way to program.

2.What is an Abstract Class?
Java provides you with a special type of class, called an abstract class, which can help you, organize your classes based on common methods. An abstract class lets you put the common method names in one abstract class without having to write the actual implementation code. Following are the key points of abstract class –
Classes, which contain abstract methods, are called abstract classes.
A program cannot instantiated an abstract class as an object.
Abstract classes may contain a mixture of non-abstract and abstract methods. Non-abstract methods implement the method statements.
Any subclass, which extends the class containing abstract methods, must provide the implementation for all the abstract methods; otherwise the subclass itself becomes an abstract class.
Example: public abstract Class Book{
public abstract String readBook();
public abstract void writeBook(String text);

}
Many developers forget that a class that defines an abstract method can call that method as well. Abstract classes are an excellent way to create planned inheritance hierarchies. They're also a good choice for nonleaf classes in class hierarchies.

3.Difference between VO (Value Object) and DTO (Data Transfer Object)

- The motivation behind a VO is to wrap a single discrete value that can be tested for equivalence with another VO of that type
- The motivation behind a DTO is to wrap multiple discrete values so that they can be treated as a single, discrete, first-class object.

A DTO is basically a plain Java Bean class that contains the data that flows between different layers in the application.

The DTO, Transfer Object and Value Object are all similar, and have been used extensively by the J2EE community. A Value Object usually represents an immutable Java Bean object (get methods only) extracted from an Entity Bean through a getValueObject() method call, while the DTO is more generically used to refer to a Java Bean object holding data transferred through remote calls. The Transfer Object is used to describe the DTO used by business components that are either a Session Bean, an Entity Bean or a DAO (Data Access Object).

4. The Gang of Four Design Patterns book [2] describes the Facade pattern as "a unified interface to a set of interfaces in a subsystem. It defines a higher-level interface that makes the subsystem easier to use."; use a session bean as a facade to encapsulate the complexity of interactions between the business objects participating in a workflow. The Session Facade manages the business objects, and provides a uniform coarse-grained service access layer to clients.By employing the SessionFacade, the client is provided with a coarse-grained way to access the EJB Layer.

5. Use a Business Delegate to reduce coupling between presentation-tier clients and business services. The Business Delegate hides the underlying implementation details of the business service, such as lookup and access details of the EJB architecture

One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus, and drove off along his route. No problems for the first few stops a few
people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.

At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the
driver and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down at the back. Did I mention that the driver was five feet three, thin, and basically meek?
Well, he was. Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but he wasn't happy about it. The next day the same thing happened -- Big John got on again, made a show
of refusing to pay, and sat down. And the next day, and the one after that, and so forth.

This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of him. Finally he could stand it no longer.
He signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all that good stuff. By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong what's more,
he felt really good about himself.

So on the next Monday, when Big John once again got on the bus and said, "Big John doesn't pay!,"
The driver stood up, glared back at the passenger, and screamed, "Oh yeah? And why not?!"
With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, "Big John has a bus pass."

Moral of the story:
Be sure there really is a problem before working hard to solve it

Every time that I've told you that I love you
Forgive me
For all the times I've been crazy for you
Forgive me
How many times I've looked into your eyes
& vowed to be with you till my end
That I'll gray my hair with you
Right until the backs bend

I have been so insanely mad about you
Forgive me
For all the times I've cared about you
Forgive me
All I've wanted is your happiness
A life with you so long!
That I be the music of your heart
& your most favorite song

For the times I held onto you
Forgive me
For all the times of trust
Forgive me
The brightest of all the stars
You became my high
I forgot how to walk
I started to fly

For all the moments of love
For all the times that you were mine
For all the prose
For all the rhyme
Forgive me

if dreams came true,
i wud dream of u...
if wishes were granted,
i wud wish u were here...

if thoughts cud be read,
u wud know...
if love cud be forgotten,
i wud forget...

if tears wud just wait,
i uwd smile...
if da heart wud just not ache,
i wud ask u for mine...

if pain wud just mean joy,
i wud be so happy...
if ur indifference was love,
i wud be so happy...

if life sprang from agony,
i wud be alive...
if u had held me when i was dying,
i wud be alive...

if u asked me wot i wanted,
i wud have said,"nothing..."
if i ever told u how nuch i wanted u,
u wud not have believed...

if i cud tell u dat i love u,
i wud have told u...
if u wud ask me how much,
i don't think i cud have told u...

if i just went away someday,
u wudn't even know...
if da eyes wud just not speak so much,
hell! no one wud ever know!

I feel it every day.
I feel as if my world has crushed,
I feel as if I've lost everyone's trust.

To get up in the morning each and every day,
Is as painful as seeing my life in a grey and rainy way.
To live this life is the question,
to make me know the true confession.

Shall I go or shall I stay,
should I take this life away?
Would people care to see me gone...
To see me lie dead at the break of dawn?

Would anyone care or would anyone cry,
or would they just see my dead body, turn away and sigh?
Does anyone know my pain, can they say the've been there, too?
Does anyone feel as lonely and as heart broken as I do?

Could someone rub my back for me
and tell me that everything will be ok?
Could someone sit beside me and tell me that
I'll make it through the day?

I need someone beside me to tell me that I'm stong,
I need someone to tell me that my heart will go on.
I want someone beside me to tell me they love me so.
I'll be happy to give my all to them, as long as they won't go.

To many heartbreaks to go through, to many to bare
My simple and easy question is, "does anybody care?"
Is there someone that will tell me I mean the world to them?
Is there someone that will tell me they'll be there 'till the end?

As I sit on my bed very quite and lonely
And look through the window
I'm voiceless.
I watch the magic of a season changing
The grey sky of today, the wind and the rain
I watch a tree changing its colour very slowly
And its leaves that gently fall on the wet ground
One by one, on what it seems an endless cycle...
There's absolutely no hurry, no need to hush
They fall with the wind that blows cold
And leave the poor tree naked and alone...
This is the mystery of life, the mystery of time.

I watch this tree from my window day by day
And it's beautiful when the birds are playing on it
They hide among the leaves that patiently wait
And I can see drops of rain falling down on them.
Everyday I notice one more leaf that has fallen
Sometimes I can even catch the moment
And it's like time has stopped right there
And there's nothing else but the leaf and myself...
I can even hear it, together with my deep breath
And I just can't explain the meaning of this moment
It's a warm feeling of nothingness...

It's watching to the beauty of this moment
That I realize how this nothingness is special
The slow changing of the seasons
Is the wonderful growing process of my soul
As the leaves patiently wait for their turn to fall
I must also wait for my turn to go home...
Now I look at the darkness of the night
That has gently covered the light from the sun
I cannot hear to the birds singing anymore
And I can no longer see the colours of that lonely tree outside.

Everything now seems so quite
And silence is the only noise I can hear
A part from the sound of my breathing which is very loud
And it does feel peaceful indeed.
The stillness of this moment right here
Is the light from my spirit that rests and shines
On a day where nothing is more important then life itself
A special day that had became night as I gently blinked my eyes.
Now as the night patiently waits for the sun light
I sit here, smile at myself feeling grateful and patiently wait...
And just wait for the right moment to fly.

If tomorrow start without me,
and i'm not there to see....
If the sun should rise and find ur eyes
All filled with tears for me.....
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today...
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say...
I know how much you Love me...
As much as I LOVE YOU...
And each time you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too....
But when tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand,
That an angel came nd called my name..
And took me by the hand...
And said my place was ready,
In heaven for above...
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly Love...
But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye...
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die....
I had so much to live for,
So much yet to do...
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving You....
The good ones nd the bad,
I thought of all the Love we shared,
And all the fun we had,
If I could relive yesterday...
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye nd kiss you
And maybe see your smile.
But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me...
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you and when i did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when i walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When GOD looked down and smiled at me,
From his great golden throne,
He said "This is eternity
And all I've promised you"
Today for life on earth is past
But here it starts a new...
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There is no longing for the past.
But you've been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things
You knew you shouldn't do...
But You've been forgiven,
And now at last you are free.
So won't you take my hand.
And share life with me ?
So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we are far a part.
For every time you think of me
I'm right here in your Heart

An old free-verse piece but one I quite like.

sometimes at dusk,
I'm swept away in thought
when I see the night
just before it quietly blooms
incanting visions of you

as pale haloes
of the waking street lamps
as mingling recondite shadows

these are like the shades of the heart
the subtle hues, that set us apart
testify that our souls were once alone

like the way these shadows,
when i stare - render sometimes,
your face like a charcoal smear on the dark
and your gazing eyes caught in a single
breathless instant when you plainly
stare back, desireless, emptied
setting on the gasping silence
of the image before our minds
which is no longer familiar

but an invisible passion
a swirl of contained emotions
without words or meanings
a restless hot opalescence

there, we behold love and it is strange
it is strange and it is real
if only for that single breathless instant
when we saw, only through the shades of the heart
and knew nothing ~

not even a name ~

I know you wont see my broken heart, or our shattered dreams
and you never will hear my muted sobs or my silent screams

You'll choose to ignore the bruises on my soul
you'll pretend not to sense my madness taking control

But hear this:
You poison me, with every sip of your wine
and you rape me, when you're with your whores at night

So how does it feel to walk out on me?
to know that you murdered the believer in me?

How do you deal with the stains of my blood on your hands?
and how do you plan to get out of this quick sand?

As I sit on my bed very quite and lonely
And look through the window
I'm voiceless.
I watch the magic of a season changing
The grey sky of today, the wind and the rain
I watch a tree changing its colour very slowly
And its leaves that gently fall on the wet ground
One by one, on what it seems an endless cycle...
There's absolutely no hurry, no need to hush
They fall with the wind that blows cold
And leave the poor tree naked and alone...
This is the mystery of life, the mystery of time.

I watch this tree from my window day by day
And it's beautiful when the birds are playing on it
They hide among the leaves that patiently wait
And I can see drops of rain falling down on them.
Everyday I notice one more leaf that has fallen
Sometimes I can even catch the moment
And it's like time has stopped right there
And there's nothing else but the leaf and myself...
I can even hear it, together with my deep breath
And I just can't explain the meaning of this moment
It's a warm feeling of nothingness...

It's watching to the beauty of this moment
That I realize how this nothingness is special
The slow changing of the seasons
Is the wonderful growing process of my soul
As the leaves patiently wait for their turn to fall
I must also wait for my turn to go home...
Now I look at the darkness of the night
That has gently covered the light from the sun
I cannot hear to the birds singing anymore
And I can no longer see the colours of that lonely tree outside.

Everything now seems so quite
And silence is the only noise I can hear
A part from the sound of my breathing which is very loud
And it does feel peaceful indeed.
The stillness of this moment right here
Is the light from my spirit that rests and shines
On a day where nothing is more important then life itself
A special day that had became night as I gently blinked my eyes.
Now as the night patiently waits for the sun light
I sit here, smile at myself feeling grateful and patiently wait...
And just wait for the right moment to fly.

why it happens with us that sadness
takes away smiles n happiness
leave alone with unwanted guests
n we can do nothin but to host them
a million try cannot dispers them
it seems life offers nothin but only greedy
n selfish friends who are here to play with us
as they arrange our meeting with sadness
a conspiracy is created for a death-blow when
we are of no use to there cause
and when we depend on them
rather then breaths, to live
when we dont need any joke
to smile on coz they are with us
when even in two strangers we can find
something to talk about n to say
n when they are sure that we dont need
breaths to live n addictions is at limit
they go away with no cause
leaving one alone in a crowd
in a crowd where we self are strangers to ourselves
then starts our meeting with sadness
n its a life time contract with griefs
n when one goes in a state of idleness
sadness smiles coz smiles are not around

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever the years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder, thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk, chill on my brow,
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me...
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well..
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we metIn silence
I grieveThat thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

when u walk away from my life
when u told me you'll be going
i cried & sulk & soob but
somehow it didn't effected you &
i use to wounder how...

coz in the begning we were one soul
u use to trimble at the thought of parting
u took 1001 promises from me that i wont leave u no matter wat & ever since than
i stick to those words...

did i ever let u fall did i ever left u alone when u need me either in sorrow or when u were glad..

but somehow u changed..
somehow u started to act wierd &
after 4 yrs u became insensitive
as u've fell for another girl..

how could u do this wid the one who use u be ur life with the one who take u as her life for her u were the only one & somehow u still are & may b always will..
how can u let go of it soo easily u met her only in summer & it's been 5months now
u kept tellin me all the time that we can't be one now & b4 these summerz u were head over heel in lv wid me ... u said u'll die u wont live widout me wat was all that?

was it a lie or is it u're playing with my emotionals now...
wat i've i ever done to u..why did u do this with me why wid me kcan u tell me..
it still hurts it still give pain ..

my heart bleeds like clouds showering rain
i still lv u somehow & still can't 4get all those long never ending conversations all those smiles & laughters..those feelings .. emotions & untouch sensations.

teach me how to forget & after going out wid this girls for months u've told me now
& all this time u kept me in dark.. how could u how...& all this time i prayed for u.. for u happiness & success & now u're telling me u don't love me anymore as there's another gurl in ur life don't u think'm a human or posses a heart .. dun i've feelings ...

please as u've parted taken away my sould my take these breath away too i dun wana die every moment ... i can't control my tears....that u've gifted me....either gave my 4 yrs back...my happiness, my innocence or take ur tears back i dun want them i really don't....

but if possible return my parted soul~

Thought I'd call
Thought you'd call
The dead shall grow
For we walk on them
We tip
We tow so silently
Like a rhythm rehearsed
To be played incessantly
No one is alone
Ghosts don't go
Don't leave a body on a bone
Under the storm
Pigeons crowd to get dry
Matching a lie
To each distant goodbye
With a fork and a knife
She is taking her life
Darkness has an absence
Without would be no need for light
All men are not equal
But buried in love
Inside a tunnel
Where shine is not of the sun
Would that I could fly
Into a million different pieces
Maybe this particle to yours
Will mention what I couldn't do before
They breed us to eat us
And make us stronger
The grain is shuffled by the swarm
Heading for victory
The slaughter
The norm
You are not mistaken for
Herds aren't we with but a view
I lost a diamond in Vegas
And still you never knew
Look what it brought
And where it all went
Into thin air and up over my head
They test me to see how I bend
They call me their friend
But I'm still at a loss
For the words I never said
It's a margin of existence
Between you living and dead
Keep your flaws distracted
The way you shifted cocaine to an art
Arizona never turned her back
For a sifted chorus part
All she wanted was a bath
As she seeps and flows through the cracks
Laying down beside your grave
Pulling weeds beneath the pain
The revolution never came
Just the missing
And I did
He wants to be the fcuking king
A harmony to ride on
Ride him so to humbling
If this doesn't break me
Seems her persistence will
To fill the space between
A girl and her other side
I meant to say hi
But couldn't be as beautiful as
Lindsey couldn't say goodbye
She put up a good fight
The night the music couldn't play right
I smoked my last cigarette
To a melodic star in a light polluted sky
Memories are failing me
Your promises are still to be seen
And the mistakes they do repeat
No hold for me to icicles
To be frozen just like you
What I would do
What I wouldn't go through
Till my eyes could but fall off my face
She is apart at the waist
Split into one good intention and rape
But I'm still alive
You hardly had to try
It was the best of things
And I say
But you can't hear
Cause out my voice
Jane never came
Just this lonely holiday
Gone is all the trouble with your name
You never knew still you understand
To the last count you held my hand

[To Georgiana Augusta Wylie, afterwards Mrs. George Keats]

HADST thou liv'd in days of old,
O what wonders had been told
Of thy lively countenance,
And thy humid eyes that dance
In the midst of their own brightness;
In the very fane of lightness.
Over which thine eyebrows, leaning,
Picture out each lovely meaning:
In a dainty bend they lie,
Like two streaks across the sky,
Or the feathers from a crow,
Fallen on a bed of snow.
Of thy dark hair that extends
Into many graceful bends:
As the leaves of Hellebore
Turn to whence they sprung before.
And behind each ample curl
Peeps the richness of a pearl.
Downward too flows many a tress
With a glossy waviness;
Full, and round like globes that rise
From the censer to the skies
Through sunny air. Add too, the sweetness
Of thy honied voice; the neatness
Of thine ankle lightly turn'd:
With those beauties, scarce discern'd,
Kept with such sweet privacy,
That they seldom meet the eye
Of the little loves that fly
Round about with eager pry.
Saving when, with freshening lave,
Thou dipp'st them in the taintless wave;
Like twin water lillies, born
In the coolness of the morn.
O, if thou hadst breathed then,
Now the Muses had been ten.
Couldst thou wish for lineage higher
Than twin sister of Thalia?
At least for ever, evermore,

Will I call the Graces four...
Hadst thou liv'd when chivalry
Lifted up her lance on high,
Tell me what thou wouldst have been?
Ah! I see the silver sheen
Of thy broidered, floating vest
Cov'ring half thine ivory breast;
Which, O heavens! I should see,
But that cruel destiny
Has placed a golden cuirass there;
Keeping secret what is fair.
Like sunbeams in a cloudlet nested
Thy locks in knightly casque are rested:
O'er which bend four milky plumes
Like the gentle lilly's blooms
Springing from a costly vase.
See with what a stately pace
Comes thine alabaster steed;
Servant of heroic deed!
O'er his loins, his trappings glow
Like the northern lights on snow.
Mount his back! thy sword unsheath!
Sign of the enchanter's death;
Bane of every wicked spell;
Silencer of dragon's yell.
Alas! thou this wilt never do:
Thou art an enchantress too,
And wilt surely never spill
Blood of those whose eyes can kill.

---(John Keats,1817)

When the Lamp is shattered,
the light in the dust lies dead;
When the Cloud is scattered,
the rainbow's glory is shed;
When the lute is broken,
sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
loved accents are soon forgot.

As music and Splendour,
Survive not the lamp or the lute;
The heart's echoes render,
No song when the spirit is mute;
No song, but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell;
Or the mournful surges,
That ring a dead seaman's knell.

When hearts have once mingled,
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
And the weak one is singled,
To endure what it once possessed.

O love who bewailest!
the cruelty of all things here;
Why choose you, the frailest,
for your cradle, your home and your bier.

Its passions will rock thee,
like the storm rocks the ravens on high;
bright reason will mock thee,
like the sun from a wintry sky.

And from thy nest,
every rafter will rot;
And thine eagle home,
will leave thee naked to laughter,
when the leaves fall and cold winds come.

-Percy Byssche Shelley

yes sometimes i meet her,
when i am all alone,
when i don't have anyone listening to me,
when i don't have a peice of art to gaze into,
she comes,
slowly, smoothly, soundless,
beside me or before my eyes,
I talk to her,
she listens,
but never replies,
and goes away when someone comes.
she comes,
slowly, smoothly, soundless,
makes me comfortable,
warns me if i am wrong,
lulls me to sleep
and goes away when i am lost in dreams.
she is my true friend,
she meets me,
loves me,
caress me,
when i am all alone,
yes sometimes i meet her my loneliness

If tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find you eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for,
So much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.

When GOD looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,
He said "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today for life on earth is past,
But here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There is no longing for the past.

But you have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times you did some things,
You knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven,
And now at last you are free.
So won't you take my hand.
And share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we are far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.