A Poem by the Mother

This is a poem by mother teresa and is engraved on the wall of the children home she built in the city of joy.............


People are often unreasonable, illogical, & self-centered; Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, People may accuse you of selfish,ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight: Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway.

Isnt it beautiful??In my opinion this poem truly reflects the mopther's spirit and as opposed to people saying that the mother made Calcutta(Kolkata now)look like an abject,
poverty and disease-riddled place...I want to say that every humanitarian should judge this whole issue from the point of view of those who received help from the
"Sisters of Charity" when we would have and indeed had turned our backs to them.
This post is dedicated to all those who truly believe in God And even those who dont but believe in the human spirit and offer a hand to help when it is most needed.

friends(dedicated 2 all my friends)

Good friends are hard to find.
Good friends are easy to love.
Good friends are presents that
last forever and that feel
like gifts from above

Good friends are one in a million.
Good friends are stories to share.
Good friends know the path to your
happiness, and they walk with you
all the way there.

Good friends are lives overlapping.
Good friends are laughter and tears.
Good friends are emotions so deep
that the trust just keeps growing
over the years.

Good friends are hard to find.
Good friends are easy to adore.
And you've been
such a good friend to me
...that I could ask
for nothing more.

Thanks for Being
Such a Wonderful Friend.

blessings

In my life, God has granted me a blessing few can claim,
The riches were my many friends who into my life they came.
Some were family members like my mother oh so dear.
But most were people that I met, many every year.
No matter where life sent me, what city I called home,
I made life long friends and never felt alone.
My friends are there for me to listen and to care.
At times life wouldn't have been worth living if my dear friends were not there.
I could name them all one by one, a volume it would fill,
But they know who they are and that I love them and I always will.
I hope some day when the Lord I go to see,
He will grant just one more blessing,
And let my friends dwell next to me

memories

All that remains now are remnants of you,
A memoir of memories of what could have been
Some bric-a-brac and trivia once held dear
A platter of emotions unfelt and unseen

You lie now, gnarled and garbled in my veins
In wisps of white that streak my thoughts,
I watch you slip by, moment by moment
And lament the loss of the life I have lost

Sad, I imagined you'd wait all eternity
And that I could always relive and rewind
And now, as you advance hour after hour,
All I do is replay dreams in my mind

Alas you have gone, leaving me to mourn
The unopened treasures that lie before my eye
And now I will tick away into oblivion soon
My memory, a portrayal of a sad, petty life

O come back to me, just once I pray,
For I promise to unlock each of those treasures
Give me some time just one more time,
To savour a little of life's million pleasures

Nothing personal

I hate you for giving birth to me.
I hate you for being friends with me.
I hate you for bringing me up.
I hate you for usurping my place.
I hate you all for my ambitions you've crushed.
I hate you all for having made me feel pushed.
I hate myself for the hearts I've broken.
I hate you for the promises you've broken.
I hate you all for labelling me a 'type '.
I hate myself for never having tried to break that hype.
I hate you for all the times you've hurt me.
I hate myself for the things I never wanted to be.
Its nothing personal you know,just my spirits are down.
Its nothing personal you know,just don't let me down.
Its nothing personal you know,just that I was all alone.
Its nothing personal you know,that much I do own

"Touch The Light"

In this world of darkness,
I find no voice.
My guilt,my shame speaks,
Can you hear me?
In this world of darkness,
My once-proud head now bowed,
My ambitions crushed, my joys trampled,
Why did this happen to me?
In this world of darkness,
I have been betrayed by friends,
Family,I have none, to say.
What did I do to deserve this?
In this world of darkness,
somebody's doing this,some other that.
I have no talents to speak of.
Why was I made like this?
In this world of darkness,
I cant speak to anybody of my shame,
I cant share my thoughts.
What did I do to deserve this?
In this world of darkness,
I cry alone,I laugh with you.
My eyes speak for me.
Can anybody help me?
In this world of unhappiness,
They say you must feel sorrow to express what you feel.
For words to pour forth in their gushing speed.
Did I really ever want this?
In this world of darkness,
I find no light ,however dim it may be.
don't discard this as something superficial.
Have you ever wondered why?
In this world of darkness,
I've lost my eyes of love,
I've become blind to this world.
Why did He do this to me?


In this little thought of mine,
Have you ever wondered how many times you've heard 'I'?
'what','why','when','how'-the eternal questions.
Only this time round its different.
I'm asking them coz I've seen light.
A thin ray of hope,of words,shining through.
And, my friends,I want you to see it too.


"this little piece here is very close to my heart.Its something very personal,something I've felt,something I've experienced thru many a time.......bits are about myself.....bits are about someone I know.....Who's very close to my heart...Someone whom I want to help but I cant partly due to this society in which I live in,partly due to my own weakness of moral fibre, I've not been able to stand upto the situation.
This little piece is a sort of tribute to a wonderful person who's very strong,the strength of my life..This ones for you MA n all that u did n u r doing all for our sake...........Love U"