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KEEP THE ONES WHO CARE, VERY CAREFULLY

 

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on February 9, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

The Purest So Far

She clasped her child close to her bosom

The baby’s body covered with her shawl

The splattering rain soaked the woman

But for her child she’ll suffer, the mother

She’ll beg, borrow, sell or steal

She’ll starve to feed her child

She’ll fight the world with a fierce heart

But with her tiny one she’s tender,

the mother



You can point a finger at the world

Even the saints you may not spare

You can accuse God, He’ll forgive you

But there’s no finger to point at  a mother.


 
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Posted by on January 28, 2011 in Mom's Love, Uncategorized

 

Love Can Suck Us Dry

Some memories are like a lock

You stand holding their key

You shut the door forever

And throw it into the sea

 


Sometimes love’s like a coffin

Closed with a solid nail

You turn your back and walk away

You’ll never tread that trail

But I’m glad she spent time with me

She loved my love and care

And love for me Rests In Peace

Love again? I’ll never dare


 
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Posted by on January 28, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

What’s the difference?

 

OXYDIZER QUESTION 1:

Family, parents, children, friends, animals…we all can love each other.

But when a boy and girl or a man and woman fall in love, what’s the difference in chemistry?

How shall we define this love?

OXYDIZER QUESTION 2

 

Who enjoys sex more? A man or woman?

Oxydizer got this reply. ” Who enjoys the massage more? The body or the fingers?”

OXYDIZER QUESTION 3:

There’s the chemistry of lust in a girl.

There’s the chemistry of love in a girl.

There’s the chemistry of lust in a guy.

There’s the chemistry of love in a guy.

I suppose the question is who has more of what in Cupid’s lab.

Love and lust are fighting for space.

So, we’ll have to match up with the compatible type.

 

Right? Just asking. Just learning.

 
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Posted by on December 8, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

The Saint

A True Story:

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Razia Balki was a beautiful poetess in Northern Afghanistan some hundreds and hundreds of years ago.

She fell in love with a slave and her enraged brother cut her wrists.

She wrote her last poem lying in a pool of blood. Today, she is worshipped by teenagers as a saint.

They pray for success in their love affairs.

 
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Posted by on December 5, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

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The Taj Mahal
Built in 1632, nothing in this universe is quite like the Taj.
Located at Agra in India, it is one of the most magnificent monuments the world has ever seen. For every romantic in the world it is an inspiration.

The Taj takes you back in time when the Mughal Emperor Shah Jehan’s wife Noor Jehan (also known as Mumtaz Mahal) died leaving Shah Jehan deeply grieving. His undying love for his wife translated into the creation of the taj Mahal where thousands of artisans and craftsmen were employed to build this great mausoleum. Such was his love that he would watch the Taj from his death bed at the fort.

The Taj Mahal, it’s romantic folklore, legends and timeless beauty is one of the finest examples of Moghul architecture and culture.

Noor Jehan means ‘Light of the world’

Emperor Shah Jahan himself described the Taj in these words:
Should guilty seek asylum here,
Like one pardoned, he becomes free from sin.
Should a sinner make his way to this mansion,
All his past sins are to be washed away.
The sight of this mansion creates sorrowing sighs;
And the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes.
In this world this edifice has been made;
To display thereby the creator’s glory.

 
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Posted by on December 5, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

True Love

His wife is injured and her condition is fatal. She was hit by a car as she swooped down low across the road. With love and compassion her brought her food.

He brought her food again but was shocked to find her dead. He tried to move her

Aware that his sweetheart is dead and will never come back again to him, he cries.

He stood by her side saddened by her death. Finally aware that she would never return again. He just stood there with sadness and sorrow.

Millions of people cried after watching this picture in America and Europe and even in Asia . It is said that the
photographer sold these pictures for a nominal fee to the

most famous newspaper in France. All copies of that newspaper were sold out on the day these pictures were published.

 
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Posted by on December 5, 2010 in Uncategorized