Aisi hoti hain maa...i love u maa

Warm gentle hands
Kind words, a soft touch
Everlasting faith
Hopeful encouragement
An all abiding Love
Good-humored advice
A pillar of strength
A deep well of wisdom
A heart that understands
The will to hold on
The courage to let go
Mother
A portrait of love

Kya likhta he yaar tu... Hats off brother....

very nice. 

no words for describing mother

she's great 

lov u maa

cheers

Thanks Aryan ji for this nice post...

Maa-A real gift_Thank you God for giving me such a wonderful gift.

Waqt Kaise badalta hai?

Kal Jab hum chota tha aur koi hamari baat samajh nahi pata tha, tab sirf ek hasti thi jo hamara tuta-phoote alfaaz bhi samajh jati thi !!!

Aur aaj hum usi hasti ko ya kahta hain ki…

• Aap nahi jaanti !

• Aap nahi samajh paayangi !

• Aap ki baatain mujha samajh nahi aati !

• Ho gayi na ab aap khush !

Respect this honorable personality before the companionship ends.

Soul Toching Poem....Thanks for sharing Aryan....

Your Post demand much more than just a comment. So some addition from my side (Non written by me).....

Mother's Love
Her love is like
an island in life's ocean,
vast and wide
A peaceful, quiet shelter
From the wind, the rain, the tide.
'Tis bound on the north by Hope,
By Patience on the West,
By tender Counsel on the South
And on the East by Rest.
Above it like a beacon light
Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;
And thro' the changing scenes of life
I find a haven there.

Mom…

A Mother's Love

How deep is a mother's love?
How far does a mother's love go?
Is there a limit to her love?
Is there always enough of her love?

A mother will for the love of her children,
Do the things ordinary beings will not do,
Things that are seen as a bother,
She has them done without much fuss.

Always making sure there is ample food for all,
Hiding her countless worries for her children,
Swallowing anger when her pride is bruised,
Forgiving the very child who hurt her feelings.

Taking under her loving and gentle wings,
The little children of her own children,
Pouring her unmatched devotion and affection,
Spelling out the great depth of her endless love.

Now tell me can you measure a mother's love?

@ Sanjay Sir...

Thanks for Value Adittion..

very truly said...

Humari Galtiyo ko sudharti, Ishwar ka dushra naam hai Maa....

MAA MAA MAA MAA MAA MAA MAA MAA MAA MAA MAA MAA MAA........ ...  ....  ..

@ Ankur Bhaiya...

Sach me...  Maa dunia me sabse special hoti hai...bina kahe usse sab pata chal jata hai ki bete/beti ko kya chahiye...

"MAMTAMAYI MAA"

All of Those who can Read Hindi, please do visit this site once and read poems specially dedicated to mothers.

The best poem I ever heard……………………….



I was a just-born and she was Twenty-Five,
Though we were we, we were one.
I would cry out in Latin and she would respond in Greek,
I would learn nothing but she never got tired to teach.

I was surrounded by monsters eager to pull my cheek,
but they would vanish the moment i was wet and weep.
She would come running and hold me in her arms,
as if i had won the contest of the charms.

Now I was able to walk and chew,
hey, i was two.
I and she could now understand each other,
i was her everything and she needed no other.

I would try to walk and fall down,
But knowing she was with me, the fear of getting hurt was now gone.
We still could not converse that effectively,
But she would understand my needs so easily.

I could now roam about free,
because now i have turned three.
I was ready to join a new world,
my academic life was now gonna mould.

She would dress me as best as a prince,
but when i would come back, she would need at least an hour to rinse.
I was now able to talk,
I was a ferry and she was my dock.

I still remember the child, whose shirt I had tore,
Hey buddy, i have turned four.
I now came home a little late,
Nevertheless finding her waiting at the gate.
She would hug me and carry me in her arms,
it felt like flying through the farms.
We now did the homework together,
i would spoil the home and she used to work.

Years passed and now i was fifteen, and with each year i would forget to
lean.
I wouldn't care for what she said, because now i had become mean.
She would ask me to study for a good future,
but i was busy in a different culture.
Now i had many shes in my life,
i dreamed of having one of them as my wife.

I changed a lot which she did not teach,
She would try to hug me but i was out of reach.
She still waited for me at the gate,
but i would look at her with utmost hate.
She would be awake till late in the night,
because i wasn't home, i was in a fight.
She had so much to scold, but she never did say,
hoping to find me better the next day.
Time went on and now i am grown,
lost in the world of my own.

I and she, between us have a river,
I have left her for my career.
When i was young, for me, she sacrificed her ambitions,
but i don't care, i now have my own mission.
I am not with her now, i am in a different city,
she is so old now but i don't even pity.

She needs me now but i am nowhere to find,
in the race for appraisal, i have become blind.
In a few years from now, i will be two,
there will be in my life someone new.
Then i'll forget even to bother,
i am her son and she is my Mother.

Thank you Aryan for the post

Mother is God .............
 

Dear Aryan

Your post filled my eyes with tears..

Very thanksfull to all of you..for sharing this