Abou Ben Adhem- Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,

And saw, within the moonlight in his room,

Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,

An Angel writing in a book of gold:

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,

And to the Presence in the room he said,

“What writest thou?” The Vision raised its head,

And with a look made all of sweet accord

Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.”

“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,

”Replied the Angel. Abou spoke more low,

But cheerily still; and said, “I pray thee, then,

Write me as one who loves his fellow men.”

The Angel wrote, and vanished.

The next nightIt came again with a great wakening light,

And showed the names whom love of God had blessed,

And, lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest!

Abou Ben

Mirror, mirror | Who's the fairest of all...

I don’t know if it was for real or not about this bedtime story about story about Mirror I heard a long back time when I was a child. An old farmer saw a mirror on his farm and he was amazed about it when he looked at the strange object. It could have been a wonderful thing for him. So he thought to take it home. He doesn’t want to tell to his family and even his lovely wife.

He kept on the drawer near his bed safely and in secret. He frequently takes out when he is alone, had a looks at the mirror, and thought who that person is. Taking you a little back, it was a time when nobody knew about mirror.
He began frequently doing this and his wife got to know about the secret he is hiding.
One day, when he is out for hunting in the forest, his wife took out the mirror and sees a beautiful woman.
On the contrary, his wife also had a piece of mirror that she saw on the same farm and that she is hiding it for long.
So, when she looks at her husband strange object, she saw a beautiful woman who was the same woman on her object. She thought that her husband had a love with that woman and that her piece of object he saw in the farm was his.
On her husband return, she told about the strange object that she possess and ask if it was his or not, her husband do not want to comment anything and neglect her because he thought that she would have know about his own secret. But after some time when she compels, he too reveals his secret at last. But when he looked at both the strange things, he saw the same old man and when she looked at it, she saw the same woman. So they were amazed by the reflection of themselves.
They argue and discuss what this mysterious object was. But at last when they stare the object together, it reflect the two couple together and they realize that the strange object was nothing but a mirror (object that reflects the image of the viewer)
When they looked at the mirror they saw the reflection of themselves and they can’t say who is the fairest of all. But whenever they looked at the mirror together, they saw both of them with a lovely affectionate heart together forever in the mirror and in the real- the fairest of all.

What do you ever think of when you look at the mirror? Basically we make use of our mirror to dress up before the work place, school or college or dating and outing. And just leave away unnoticed what message our mirror can give. Not to be so superstitious, do you ever think that mirror can tell your fortune when you look on it. Try looking yourself for a moment and describe yourself. What description do you have in mind? Do you see the answer of our topics
“Who is the fairest of all?”
Sometimes it is obscure who to tell who’s who?


You looked at the mirror and you see the person in you. You may think you are the only one of a kind but there are millions in this world who does the same. It is all about what you’re looking from.
The way you look at, the way you take things, ways you posters your self being. You can’t lie about yourself. When you lie it about it, take a good look to the mirror- Do you like it?

Mirror, mirror. Who is the fairest of all?

Let’s try to find out who’s the fairest of all.
You heard s lot about things that can distract your mind. Like the world we live in… there is no love and peace in the mind. What do you see in the mirror when you look at the mirror?

Nature | our place

Raised and nurtured, brought up from a small district in the state of Manipur,

in the northeastern province of India, in the lap of Mother Nature, I was and am inspired by the singing of the birds in the valley and the music of the river, the clear blue sky, green fields, children celebrating their freedom, the smell of hay. It

makes the countyside preordained and memorable.

Though it’s hard to depart from it, we have pace away the beauty of nature with the new world.

We need to strive for our survival in this hasty growth of industrializations. Due to developments, our preceding ways of living has changed to something else and change and change.

And the law of the world…
CHANGE
"Change is the only one thing that is constant"
I sometimes wondered why the world has to change so much. Inspite of its expediency of today’s industrializations, technology and innovation of our home- the world, our love for the Mother Nature endures forever in the heart. It is conceivable when poet writes “ engrave in the heart”I really agreed to it and imagine what it would be today’s world for those who live in the lap of nature.

brave heart|the last one.

I’ve been traveling for so long,
So lost till stumble upon
Two roads in front of me
I had to take my time

To the right I could see a church
I took a step in that direction first
But to the left there was watering hole
Where they were whisky drunk
And now that’s where I wanna pray

So far down here just holding on
If I was perfect
Than this would be easy
Either road is plausible or both
I walk through the center
With no rules to guide me
I realize it’s difficult
But now I can see

There gotta be another way to go
A way that much more feasible
A combination of all these lies
To set your path without choosing a side

I make decisions one at a time
No I never say I’m always right
I’m confident that when I stand on my own
You’ll see the truest form of a man
When I’m shining through
So far down here just holding on

Oh! I hear them now
All the religious rage
The left isn’t betterIt just more of the same
Condemning all these peopleFor what they believe
I’ll climb to the top of their mountain again
No one is going to save me this way
And the closer to the top I get the more they can aim
But I’m not you

I may not be perfect
But I’ve always been trueI may not be worthy in your eyes
Climb up from the bottom
For the last time
The last one… the last one.