Grammar

Live in the active voice, rather than passive.
Think more about what will happen than what is happening to you.

Live in the indicative mood, rather than in the subjective.
Be concerned with things as they are, rather than as they might be

Live in the present tense, facing the duty at hand
without regret for the past or worry over the future.

Live in the singular number, caring more for the approval of your own conscience
than for the applause of the crowd.

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
but make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
and yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream-and not make dreams your master,
if you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;
if you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
and treat those two impostors just the same;
if you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
and stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
and lose, and start again at your beginnings
and never breathe a word about your loss;
if you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve your turn long after they are gone,
and so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
if all men count with you, but none too much,
if you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And-which is more-you’ll be a Man, my son!

My Sunshine!

Endless love

Palpable and dumb like a globed fruit,
I mused over what could have made me mute,
Witty, lovely, warm and cute,
Attributes so sweet that can tame any brute.

What seemed like a casual call,
Was eminently the path to my fall,
Like a wounded warrior in the midst of the battle,
My heart was overwhelmed and my senses left to scuttle.

Independent, confident and unique,
She strides gracefully revealing her perfect physique,
Constantly asserting her ravishing beauty,
With a sight so touching in its majesty.

Lovely ambience, endless frills,
Deep connection, story thrills,
Enticed taste bud, sumptuous meal,
Drenching appetite with great zeal.

As the evening elapsed and morning drew nigh,
Time came to say bye but all I could do is sigh,
With a hug that said I don’t want to let go,
Came a feeling deep down that it was meant to be so.

This feeling is such that I can no way repay,
May God reward thee manifold I pray,
Because if ever two were meant to be one, then surely we,
And if ever woman made me feel so special, then thee.

Happy Valentines.

A poem by joseph jambu.

Time to Breathe

If you only knew the reason, For the sudden change in season. For the trouble that was caused, And the life you put on pause. Halting this life in such a way, Made it hard to see a new day. Burning this day in my skull, Made it hard to reach even for a pull. Almost losing all of my grasp, Not much to grab on to nothing to clasp. And in the end the message is clear, With much to lose but nothing to fear. Even though at times with nothing to see, Strong perseverance will set you free.

What Counts

It isn’t the money you’re making,
it isn’t the clothes you wear,
And it isn’t the skill of your good right hand which makes folks really care.
It’s the smile on your face and
the light of your eye and the burdens that you bear.


Most any old man can tell you, most any old man at all,
Who has lived through all sorts of weather, winter and summer and fall,
That riches and fame are shadows that dance on the garden wall.


It’s how do you live and neighbour, how do you work and play,
It’s how do you say “good morning” to the people along the way,
And it’s how do you face your troubles whenever your skies are Gray.


It’s you, from the dawn to nighttime; you when the day is fair,
You when the storm is raging – how do you face despair?
It is you that the world discovers, whatever the clothes you wear.


You to the end of the journey,
kindly and brave and true,
The best and the worst of you gleaming in all that you say and do,
And the ting that counts isn’t money,
or glory, or power, but YOU!

May You Have

May you have……

Enough happiness
to keep you sweet,

Enough trials
to keep you strong,
Enough sorrow
to keep you human,

Enough hope
to keep you happy;
Enough failure
to keep you humble,

Enough success
to keep you eager,
Enough friends
to give you comfort,

Enough wealth
to meet your needs;
Enough enthusiasm
to look forward,

Enough faith
to banish depression,
Enough determination
to make each day better than yesterday.

It Couldn’t Be Done

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.


Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it”;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quitting,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.


There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.