True Friendship

We can make lots of friends...

but true friends are very less..
"you are my friend ,if our friendship is true,

i"ll never loose u ....
friends can share everything!!!!
if you can be a good friend u can be----------

 a good lover, if both friend and lover combines...

then he/she become your best partner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
no one is there like friends..who can understand u from deep****

Strange Is The Path Of Love

Do not mention the name of love,O my
simple-minded companion.
Strange is the pathWhen you offer your love.
Your body is crushed at the first step.
If you want to offer love
Be prepared to cut off your headAnd sit on it.
Be like the moth,
Which circles the lamp and offers its body.
Be like the deer, which, on hearing the horn,
Offers its head to the hunter.
Be like the partridge,
Which swallows burning coals
In love of the moon.
Be like the fish
Which yields up its life
When separated from the sea.
Be like the bee,
Entrapped in the closing petals of the lotus.
Mira's lord is the courtly Giridhara.
She says: Offer your mind
To those lotus feet.
by
Mirabhai
( a Hindu mystical poetess )
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I AM RESTLESS

by
RavindraNath Tagore(1861-1941)
AM restless. I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land.
Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope.
Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.
O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse.

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky!
O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone!