My Joy

My Joy

The apple of my eye. Joy my Joy

A window into my life. How I live it and love it

31st Dec 2009
New year celebration

New year celebration

We all look forward to special events that would mark the pinnacle of our success or plan of achievements. The new year is no different, if not one of the...

31st Dec 2009
What makes a good resolution?

What makes a good resolution?

As we approach the new year we are often bombarded with the thought, “what is our new year’s resolution?” So on this occasion, I assembled these few line; Some people...

30th Dec 2009
Longer months

Longer months

As I was trying to write posts and schedule them for the coming days I made the error of writing 32nd of Dec. Obviously a typo like this was quickly...

30th Dec 2009
Accompanying rose

Old poems (6/6): Thank you God

Thank you God for the eyes you gave me, so I can watch the view of the sea. Thank you for my nose, with it I can smell the pretty...

A helping hand

My mother gave my son a Nintendo DS game and perhaps it is one of the few things that he can do calmly without having to jump around. It has...

29th Dec 2009
Old poems (5/6): My father

Old poems (5/6): My father

I thank you God for a wonderful dad, who has taught me what is good from bad. I always want to make him proud. Even if I have to fly...

28th Dec 2009
Indifferent

Indifferent

Someone asked me my view regarding a piece of news that I was not following. I did not reply as I was not sure about all aspects and don’t like...

28th Dec 2009
Old poems (4/6): They asked me

Old poems (4/6): They asked me

They asked me: Who do you love? I answered: The one above. They asked me: Who do you respect? I answered: Who made everything ready and set. They asked me:...

27th Dec 2009
What to learn from history?

What to learn from history?

After any battle or political conflict there is the feeling of unease amongst the different parties involved. The worse and bloodier the battle the harder that it becomes. But on...

27th Dec 2009
The flower I drew for this poem

Old poems (3/6):Peace

Just put your hand with mine and the world will be fine. There is something deep inside me. Something that no body can see. Let us be a one loving...