YeStErDaY Is HiStOrY, ToMoRrOw Is MyStErY BuT ToDaY Is A GiFt.

Here are two days in every week about which we should not worry. Two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is yesterday, with its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed. We cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is gone!!

The other day we should not worry about is tomorrow, with its possible adversities, its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. Tomorrow is beyond our immediate control. Tomorrow's sun will rise, whether in splendor or behind a mask of clouds. But it will rise. Until it does we have no stake in tomorrow, for it is yet unborn.

This leaves only one day: today.

Any man can fight the battles of just one day. It is when you and I add the burdens of two awful eternities - yesterday and tomorrow, that we break down.

It is not necessarily the experience of today that disturbs one's peace of mind. It is often time the bitterness for something which happened yesterday and the dread of what tomorrow may bring. Let us therefore live one day at a time.

ShInNiNg In ThE SeTtInG SuN LiKe A PeArL UpOn ThE OcEaN...

Alone Together

As days passed by, as months goes by,
Each season brings in a new feeling with them…
Each season uncovers a new desire.

I want to lay with in the fields of flowers,
Enjoying the fragrances of spring…
I want to lay by the cool water,
During the hot boiling summers…
I want to stroll , admiring the changing colors of leaves,
During the fall of the sweetest autumns…
I want to find shelter,
From the harsh cold of the winters…


The soft roars of the wind make the leaves tremble…
The way my knees tremble,
When I think of you.

I can’t stand up,
I just feel like laying down…
In the freshly cut grass, the sweet fragrances of flowers mixed together…
Looking up to the blue sky ahead,
I close my eyes…
Lost in thoughts
I wonder what you are doing right now…
Listening to the whistling sound of the wind,
I’ll let it carry my dreams of you along.

When I’ll open my eyes again,
The sun rays caress my skin,
Softly, gently…
The way I wish your lips would.
The warmth of the sun spreads slowly,
Lightly
Lightly, I feel like I can spread my arms
And let the wind carry me away…
Away, somewhere…
Where you are.


But instead, it’s my hair that’s getting carried away…
Wonder how it will feel to run my fingers through your hair…