IRONY OF LIFE :
Wen I Got Enough Confidence,De Stage Was Gone
Wen I Learnt 2 Dry My Own Tears,I Found A Shoulder 2 Cry On
Wen I Mastered De Skill Of Hating,Sumbody Started Luving Me
Wen I Injured My Heart,An Angel Came To Protect Me
And Wen After Waiting 4 Dawn,I Fell Asleep,The Sun Came Out....!
Once i asked my luck how my future is in ur view?
Luck replied! i''m surprised that u hv a sweet mother
& u r asking me abt luck,
go & listen ur mother''s prayer
u will judge ur self
where u will stand in future . . . (:->
The art of living does not consist
in preserving and clinging
to a particular mood of happiness,
but in allowing happiness
to change its form without
being disappointed by the change;
for happiness, like a child,
must be allowed to grow up.
A mud pot filled wid Milk will alwayz rank higher than a Gold pot filled wid POISON...
Its not our outer glamour but our inner virtues that make us VALUABLE!
