For Someone Special ...Why do I Love You Still ...

          I love you because I do. I love you because the Universe showed me the way to you. I love you because my heart beats your name, my mind drowns in your eyes, my soul feels yours even when we are miles apart.

        I love you because I have no choice; I didn’t ask to love you. I didn’t need to love you, but I love you just the same. My arms aren’t filled unless you’re in them and my thirst is not quenched unless you are the drink.

           I love you because I feel comfort in being out of my comfort zone with you by my side. I love you because every cell of my body responds to your touch, to your look, to the way you move and the way you sound. I love you because something, somewhere, directed me to you.

            It was my soul and you are its mate.I simply need you every moment ...

           Through the paths we have taken to one another, I have loved you. I’ve played in comfortable places among comfortable people until I had no choice but to leave there to come to you here. I battled the gods themselves and faced the raging storms of hell until, one day, the clouds parted and your eyes met mine.

          I am waiting impatiently, for you until that shock from my heart announced your coming in my life.

           I know you are scared, my sweet Angel. I know you feel the pangs of fear and the dread of a journey of which no arrival is guaranteed. But I promise you this: when the demons come I will stand strong with you at my back and you will be protected. When the brimstone comes raining from the sky I will shield you until each storm passes. When the swine and malcontent arrive, I will fight them and when the battles are over and the storm clouds are gone I will hold your face, look into your eyes,and you will know why I love you.

           You loved me instantly. Before you even knew me. You already knew.You never faltered and you had faith in us. Even when I stumbled slightly in the very beginning. You never swayed. You accept me. My light and my shadow. Even though we are different, you never try to change me. I am me when I am with you. You show me you. You opened yourself up, cracked your heart wide open and you allowed me in.

          I love your voice. It somehow resonates deeply in my soul. Because you know me even when I struggle to know myself.How your fantasies blend with mine. Because when we fight it is never traumatic because we both know it will never be the end.And how you are never stubborn in making up. Well, at least not for too long…  I love how you tell me that this is like nothing you have experienced before.And I believe you. I believe it all. I trust you with my life and my heart. I know I am safe in your arms.And you would protect me with your life. How every day you teach me something new. And you allow me to teach you things that I know you have little interest in. I love the way you sing to me, especially when it is our song that plays. And how you tell me stories about your childhood and I imagine how you were back then. How still your kiss does crazy things to my insides.And when you share in video to me, I forget the rest of the world exists And how I feel like I’ve known you the whole of my life.I love how you are present with me, and you absorb me completely.How I miss you the second you leave. And even before sometimes. How you call me out when I try to push the boundaries. And how you tell me without any doubt that I am the only one in the world for you. I love how you get mad with me when I question your love. Because it frustrates you that I would ever question how devoted you are. And how you forgive me so quickly for everything else that I say and do that hurts you. And you never mention it again. I love how you allow me to put my cold hands and feet on your warm body.I love the way you look at me in videos. And also how you look at me when we have made extra special love.I hate it when we fight but love that our making up makes everything better. I love how we imagine a wild and wonderful future together. And then make the plans to make it happen. How when I act a little crazy you smile and soothe my aches.  And I love the way I catch you watching me as though you are in awe at what you see. I love how quickly I turn you on and how easily you pleasure me.

                I love how I often fail to understand you. You puzzle my mind. And that’s good. And how I often know your thoughts when no words have been spoken. I love how when I ask you how much you love me you tease me and give the most ridiculous replies.And did I tell you… I love you because I love you. I love you.I want to marry you and i need you always and always..everything i wrote in one breadth and now you to decide about this.. 

Only Last... I Love You.....

A Moral Story : A Wise Counting

Emperor Akbar was in the habit of putting riddles and puzzles to his courtiers. He often asked questions which were strange and witty. It took much wisdom to answer these questions. 



Once he asked a very strange question. The courtiers were dumb folded by his question. 



Akbar glanced at his courtiers. As he looked, one by one the heads began to hang low in search of an answer. It was at this moment that Birbal entered the courtyard. Birbal who knew the nature of the emperor quickly grasped the situation and asked, "May I know the question so that I can try for an answer". 



Akbar said, "How many crows are there in this city?" 



Without even a moment's thought, Birbal replied "There are fifty thousand five hundred and eighty nine crows, my lord". 



"How can you be so sure?" asked Akbar. 



Birbal said, "Make you men count, My lord. If you find more crows it means some have come to visit their relatives here. If you find less number of crows it means some have gone to visit their relatives elsewhere". 



Akbar was pleased very much by Birbal's wit. 

In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.

Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn’t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot, and ground coffee beans in the third pot.He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. “Daughter, what do you see?”“Potatoes, eggs, and coffee,” she hastily replied.“Look closer,” he said, “and touch the potatoes.” She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.“Father, what does this mean?” she asked.He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity– the boiling water.
However, each one reacted differently.The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.“Which are you,” he asked his daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean? “Moral:In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.Which one are you?

Shake off Your Problems

A man’s favorite donkey falls into a deep precipice; He can’t pull it out no matter how hard he tries; He therefore decides to bury it alive.

Soil is poured onto the donkey from above. The donkey feels the load, shakes it off, and steps on it; More soil is poured.

It shakes it off and steps up; The more the load was poured, the higher it rose; By noon, the donkey was grazing in green pastures.

After much shaking off (of problems) And stepping up (learning from them), One will graze in GREEN PASTURES.

Everyone Has a Story in Life

A 24 year old boy seeing out from the train’s window shouted…

“Dad, look the trees are going behind!”

Dad smiled and a young couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24 year old’s childish behavior with pity, suddenly he again exclaimed…

“Dad, look the clouds are running with us!”

The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man…

“Why don’t you take your son to a good doctor?”The old man smiled and said…“I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today.Every single person on the planet has a story. Don’t judge people before you truly know them. The truth might surprise you.