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Download  Be miserable or motivate yourself, Whatever has to be done its always your choice.  Wayne Dyer Download  The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.  Walt Disney Download  Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.  Sun Tzu Download  Cry. forgive. learn. move on. let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.  Steve Maraboli Download  Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.  Steve Jobs Download  Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.  Steve Jobs Download  You have to be burning with an idea, or a problem, or a wrong that you want to right. If you’re not passionate enough from the start, you’ll never stick it out.  Steve Jo

 Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together.  Woodrow T. Wilson  A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.  William Shakespear Download  A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.  Walter Winchell Download  Some people go to priests. Others to poetry. I to my friends.  Virginia Woolf  Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can’t have too many friends because then you’re just not really friends.  Truman Capote  She is a friend of my mind. She gathers me, man. The pieces I am, she gathers them and give them back to me in all the right order.  Toni Morrison Download  Don’t make friends who are comfortable to be with. Make friends who will force you to lever yourself up.  Thomas J. Watson  Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and withou

 Art Thou Pale For Weariness Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye The finds no object worth its constancy? Percy Bysshe Shelley

 Archy's Song from Charles the First Heigho! the lark and owl!      One flies the morning, and one lulls the night: Only the nightingale, poor fond soul,      Sings like the fool through darkness and light.      "A widow bird sate mourning for her love       Read full poem here (A widow bird)           Upon a wintry bough;      The frozen wind crept on above,           The freezing stream below."      "There was no leaf upon the forest bare,           No flower upon the ground,      And little motion in the air           Except the mill-wheel's sound." Percy Bysshe Shelly

 And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky East, A white and shapeless mass Percy Bysshe Shelly

 An Exhortation Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets' food is love and fame: If in this wide world fo care Poets could but find the same With as little toil as they, Would they ever change their hue As the light chameleons do, Suiting it to every ray Twenty times a day? Poets are on this cold earth, As chameleons might be, Hidden from their early birth In a cave beneath the sea; Where light is, chameleons change: Where love is not, poets do: Fame is love disguised: if few Find either, never think it strange That poet's range. Yet dare not stain with wealth or power A poet's free and heavenly mind: If bright chameleons should devour Any food but beams and wind, They would grow as earthly soon As their brother lizards are. Children of a sunnier star, Spirits from beyond the moon, O, refuse the boon! Percy Bysshe Shelly

The heart is like a grain of corn,  We are like a mill; How does the mill know why this turning?  The body is like a stone, and the water its thoughts;  The Stone says, “The water knows what is toward.”  The Water says, “Ask the miller, for it was he who flung this water down.”  The Miller says to you, “Bread-eater, if this does not turn, how shall the crumb-broth be?” Much Business is in the making; Silence, ask God, that He may tell you. (RUMI)

 Adonais I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep fr Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "with me Died Adonais; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity!" Where wert thou, might Mother, when he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? With veiled eyes, Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sate, while one, with soft enamoured breath, Rekindled all the fading melodies With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath, He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of death. O, weep for Adonis -he is dead! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep! Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone

ایک آرزو دُنیا کی محفِلوں سے اُکتا گیا ہُوں یا ربَِ   کیا لُطف انجمن کا جب دِل ہی بُجھ گیا ہو   شورش سے بھاگتا ہُوں ، دِل ڈھونڈتا ہے میرا  ایسا سکوُت جس پر تقدیر بھی فِدا ہو  مرتا ہوں خامشی پر ، یہ آرزو ہے میری  دامن میں کوہ کے اِک چھوٹا سا جھونپڑا ہو  آزاد فکر سے ہوں ، عُزلت میں دِن گُزاروں  دُنیا کے غم کا دِل سے کانٹا نِکل گیا ہو  لذّت سَرود کی ہو چڑیوں کے چہچہوں میں  چشمے کی شورَشوں میں باجا سا بج رہا ہو  گُل کی کلی چٹک کر پیغام دے کسی کا  ساغر ذرا سا گویا مجھ کو جہاں نُما ہو  ہو ہاتھ کا سَرَھانا، سبزے کا ہو بِچھونا  شرمائے جس سے جَلوَت ، خَلوَت میں وہ ادا ہو  مانُوس اِس قدر ہو صُورت سے میری بُلبُل  ننّھے سے دِل میں اُس کے کھٹکا نہ کُچھ مِرا ہو  صف باندھے دونوں جانب بُوٹے ہرے ہرے ہوں  ندِّی کا صاف پانی تصوِیر لے رہا ہو ہو  دِل فریب ایسا تصویر کا نظارہ  پانی بھی موج بن کر، اُٹھ اُٹھ کے دیکھتا ہو  آغوش میں زمِیں کی سویا ہوُا ہو سبزہ  پھر پھر کے جھاڑِیوں میں پانی چمک رہا ہو  پانی کو چھُو رہی ہو جُھک جُھک کے گُل کی ٹہنی  جیسے حَسِین کوئی، آئینہ دیکھتا ہو  مہندی لگائے سُورج جب شام