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Oh Wise One ~
This is profoundly 'write-on' ~ I adore it when you write your thoughts prolifically - prose or poetry, anyway in which you write - it simply makes me stop to think, ponder, reflect and yes, roll on with the inspiration you gift to us all. I'm simply moved by your post here and the ones before. I'm enjoying your metamorphisis ~ 
Aba,
Ely
posted by
elysianfields
on December 6, 2009 at 7:09 AM
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Troosha
Wish I could have put that pic. Thank you.
posted by
anib
on December 5, 2009 at 7:35 PM
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posted by
Troosha
on December 5, 2009 at 9:30 AM
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...and, if one likes, sometimes if you take a step, another will come and meet you on the journey and keep you company until you reach the destination..."take one step towards me and i will take ten towards you" - shirdi sai baba ... moon 
posted by
magic_moon
on December 5, 2009 at 3:16 AM
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So true - it's the journey that counts and each step (or 10) enlightens the next!
posted by
janey_
on December 4, 2009 at 11:52 PM
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Hi,this one came in the morning felt like sharing........barsoin ke aas,pyaas meri pal mein bujh gaaye,shesha (mirror)mein jis pal kud ko mil gaaye!
posted by
shamasehar
on December 4, 2009 at 9:01 PM
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sam
What I attempted to say was that culmination is a fall-out, secondary, only to a beginning; not so important therefore. The journey of life ends in death, but it is the birth that is celebrated. I'll be honored Sam if you could suggest something. Thank you always for all your attention to details.
posted by
anib
on December 4, 2009 at 6:53 PM
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shobana
Right you are, so right you are, Shobs.
posted by
anib
on December 4, 2009 at 6:48 PM
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snowview
Isn't it, in tandem? Thanks Nita.
posted by
anib
on December 4, 2009 at 6:47 PM
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I think it complements her poem very well abanerjee...The first step...like the steps of a toddler sometimes you fall and then you pick yourself up and just carry on.
posted by
shobana
on December 4, 2009 at 4:00 PM
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I like the poem, but I am confused on the title! sam
posted by
sam444
on December 4, 2009 at 3:15 PM
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Very true..one step after the other! Thanks for your visit!
posted by
Nita09
on December 4, 2009 at 9:46 AM
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: shamasehar
All the beauty of a
safar(travelling along the road
) is lost if the pleasure is thought to be got only at reaching the destinaton, then all that is along the road is missed; it is not to be found then at the destination, too.
Tab aadmi yahi sochta hai ab manzil par phuinch kar kya hoga. Bahut khoob!
posted by
anib
on December 4, 2009 at 9:40 AM
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Kabu
Two roads forked from the woods, one, a thoroughfare, and the other, junglish. ... i took the one less traveled by, look where I am (today). That's the story of strength you tell, ma'am.
posted by
anib
on December 4, 2009 at 9:33 AM
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Wah! Kya baat hai............safar mein hoon rehne do, ab manzil par phuinch kar kya hoga,tapak rahein hain intezar ke lamhe shabnam ban kar katra katra ,aaj barsat mein bhegh kar kya hoga...........!
posted by
shamasehar
on December 4, 2009 at 9:23 AM
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You just wrote my life in a few words
I've always stepped out, opened new doors when one closes, taken a deep breath and moved on, packed my bag when I have had to......and in the end I found the greatest joy I could imagine....
posted by
Kabu
on December 4, 2009 at 9:12 AM
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