WHY DO I LIVE

A ques which keeps coming to my mind
And the answer to which i m yet to find

In my solitude i find again
Surrounded by questions & answers yet to gain
Who m i? Where will i go? Why m i living?
Why do these questions keep coming

May be to bring my smile alive
Even though just for a while
To enjoy every moment of life
This is what is meaning of life

I live to listen to silence of breeze
I live to hear the noise of seas
I live to observe the beauty of sunrise
I live to keep my hopes alive
I live to hear birds singing again
I live to see peacock dancing in rain
I live to see blossom of bud
I live to feel the fragrance of wet mud
I live to see the laugh of a new born child
Which makes the mother go wild
I live to see the nature alive
This is what is essence of life

A Conversation

It is a conversation b/w a saint(Indian),a gentle lady(foreigner) & a gentleman(foreigner) in some foreign country
The lady n man were walking together ,when lady suddenly watches this saint who is walking next to him.


Lady says to man:You are so perfectly dressed ,but just have a look at the clothes w/c this saint is wearing.... I would never wish to walk with him...

Gentleman says: Laughs aloud n says this is not your home country where uyou can wear whatever you wish to

Saint replies:Gentlelady,in your country you may judge a person by the clothes he wears but in our country we judge a person by the culture he possesses....