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Archana Kapoor Nagpal is an internationally published author of four books. She often participates in the short story competitions, and her winning stories are now part of international anthologies. She has seen her short stories, poems and Haiku published in other anthologies as well She has also been actively involved in the editing, proofreading and book designing of various anthologies. You can read more about her writing career at the below link: https://www.facebook.com/archanaknagpal/

Thursday, November 24, 2011

A Song of Thanksgiving by Angela Morgan

For my readers on Thanksgiving Day!

I read it and liked it. Felt to post on Thanksgiving Day:)

'A Song of Thanksgiving' by Angela Morgan

Thank God I can rejoice
In human things--the multitude's glad voice,
The street's warm surge beneath the city light,
The rush of hurrying faces on my sight,
The million-celled emotion in the press
That would their human fellowship confess.
Thank Thee because I may my brother feed,
That Thou hast opened me unto his need,
Kept me from being callous, cold and blind,
Taught me the melody of being kind.
Thus, for my own and for my brother's sake--
Thank Thee I am awake!


Thank Thee that I can trust!
That though a thousand times I feel the thrust
Of faith betrayed, I still have faith in man,
Believe him pure and good since time began--
Thy child forever, though he may forget
The perfect mould in which his soul was set.
Thank Thee that when love dies, fresh love springs up.
New wonders pour from Heaven's cup.
Young to my soul the ancient need returns,
Immortal in my heart the ardor burns;
My altar fires replenished from above--
Thank Thee that I can love!

Thank Thee that I can hear,
Finely and keenly with the inner ear,
Below the rush and clamor of a throng
The mighty music of the under-song.
And when the day has journeyed to its rest,
Lo, as I listen, from the amber west,
Where the great organ lifts its glowing spires,
There sounds the chanting of the unseen choirs.
Thank Thee for sight that shows the hidden flame
Beneath all breathing, throbbing things the same,
Thy Pulse the pattern of the thing to be....
Thank Thee that I can see!

Thank Thee that I can feel!
That though life's blade be terrible as steel,
My soul is stript and naked to the fang,
I crave the stab of beauty and the pang.
To be alive,
To think, to yearn, to strive,
To suffer torture when the goal is wrong,
To be sent back and fashioned strong
Rejoicing in the lesson that was taught
By all the good the grim experience wrought;
At last, exulting, to arrive ....
Thank God I am alive!

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Be Ready: SBH Hyderabad 10K Run - 27th Nov 2011

For all those who love to run and run and just run!

Please click the link below in case you missed to register for the SBH Hyderabad 10K run on 27th November 2011.


Every time I blog any link around such events, I really feel bad for myself. I was telling my husband – ‘I do not remember how one feels when they are part of any such 10K run?’ Just to keep my heart, my husband has promised me that he will take me to the venue but looking at the present condition of my knees and cold climate, I would prefer to avoid. I am already in immense pain and my daily routine is completely upside down (:

Running for me is like committing suicide and watching might make me feel more disturbed for a while (:

But I am happy for all those who would be part of this 10K run. I wish all the participants – ‘All the very best’.

Make the fullest use of this post by visiting the link to register. Enjoy your 10K run!

CheerioJ

Monday, November 21, 2011

Still I Rise - Maya Angelou


I went for shopping and while sitting at Crosswords and looking for Chetan Bhagat’s new book – Revolution 2020, I came across this poem. I had nothing to copy so I clicked it through my mobile and googled for the same. A very inspiring poem by Maya Angelou. Sometimes people write for themselves but they leave an impression of inspiration on other’s lives. This is one such poem right from someone’s pen to touch many hearts.

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


No matter how life treats you. No matter how others treat you. The real success of a human mind and heart is the way you treat yourself.
I read something very nice – “When we look at others weaknesses, they very soon become a part of us.”
Equally true is “when you only look at your weaknesses ignoring your strengths, you become weak no matter how strong you were born”
Just Rise in your Life for the one you see into the mirror!

Friday, November 18, 2011

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

A poem written by Pablo Neruda. Maybe for those who love and just loved for some reason or maybe no reason. For all such lovers who could meet and for those who could not meet. There is one underlying truth love never dies..............I read it and thought let me blog it for people who are in love or missed getting their loved ones!

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. 

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Getting or Giving?

I always tell my loved ones that I am born to give. For me life has been around giving only. From parents to in-laws, from real to virtual, from love to commitment, I have been always made to give. 
 
There are times when you sit and think ‘what did I got from life or from those for whom I did so much’?
 The answer is ‘Silence’.

 I have deliberately walked out of many lives so that they can be happy. I ruined my happiness and joy to make them happy. Sometimes people knew but many times they are not even aware. They will remember me with hatred. And that is what I wanted to do so that they stay happy.

Why I did that?

I read somewhere –
Giving is difficult than getting. It is fun that you left someone with peace and happiness as it add score to your score card. Someone has to give for others to get!
Honestly, sometimes you do not want to give but grab but then the above line makes me do it. I agree, I am left alone somewhere or maybe this what I deserved but still I am happy for many othersJ. I am thankful to God whatever he made me do as if someone will give then only others will get.

I read these few lines written by John Kendrick Bangs and they touched me so much that I include them as a part of this postJ

I’ve squandered smiles to-day,
And, strange to say,
Altho' my frowns with care I've stowed away,
To-night I'm poorer far in frowns than at the start;
While in my heart,
Wherein my treasures best I store,
I find my smiles increased by several score

I am unwell and really need to sleep nowJ

Buona NotteJ

Monday, November 14, 2011

Happy Children’s Day and World Diabetes Day!

I would like to start this post with my wishes for all the children in India – A Very Happy Children’s Day!

It is Children’s Day in India and I wish that every child shines like a diamond and make India proud as a nation.

For my global readers, I would like to wish – A Happy World Diabetes Day and a message through this post. Get your sugar levels checked on regular basis. Diabetes is a medical condition that can affect many other organs as well, if not diagnosed at the right time.

World Diabetes Day raises global awareness of diabetes – it is escalating rates around the world and how to prevent the illness in most cases. Started by the International Diabetes Federation (IDF) and WHO, the Day is celebrated on 14 November to mark the birthday of Frederick Banting who, along with Charles Best, was instrumental in the discovery of insulin in 1922, a life-saving treatment for diabetes patients. WHO estimates that more than 346 million people worldwide have diabetes. This number is likely to more than double by 2030 without intervention. Almost 80% of diabetes deaths occur in low- and middle-income countries.

I just got my tests done a week before and I am glad that my reports are perfect. Good sleep, nutritional diet and regular cardio for 45 minutes are much more than enough to control and maintain your sugar levels. And much above that a stress-free life. Walk out of confrontations and tensions to relieve stress. Do whatever gives you happiness as that matters the most to you and your sugar levelsJ.  Happy body is a healthy body.

Stay Happy, Stay Healthy and Stay Fit!
CheerioJ