Winter Wallpapers

If you can`t see the light at the end of the tunnel, march down there and turn it on yourself. Good Morning!

కమ్మగా పాడే కోయిలనడిగాను,

నీ తీయని మాటలతో నను మురిపించేది ఎపుడని ...

చల్లగా వీచే చిరుగాలిని అడిగాను ,

నీ చల్లని చూపుతో నను తాకేది ఎపుడని...

వర్షించే మేఘాన్ని అడిగాను ,

నీ నవ్వుల జల్లుల్లో నను తడిపేది ఎపుడని ...

హాయిని పంచే వెన్నెలని అడిగాను ,

ఆ వెన్నల్లో హాయిగా ఊసులడేది ఎపుడని ...

పరుగులు తీస్తున్న సెలయేటిని అడిగాను ,

నీ పరుగు నా కోసమేనా ? అని ...

నాలో ఉన్న నా ప్రాణమైన నీకు తెలిపాను ,

నీలో ఉన్న నీ ప్రాణం నేనేనని ,

నా దరి చేరమని ..... నను బ్రతికించమని ......మీ చందు

శుభోదయం !

My Friend

My Friend when I think of you.
I think of all that we've been through.
All the times we argue and fight,
I know deep inside that it isn't right.
I, then feel bad and alot of pain.
It feels like I've fallen from the sky like the rain.
I love you dear friend with all of my heart.
But now that you're gone I've fallen apart.
I'm getting better as the days go by.
I wish sometimes this was all a big lie.
I pray to you every night.
It's like you're my fire, a burning light.
My dear friend, I miss you alot.
I still wonder why you were put in that spot.
I know you're in a place much better than here.
Watching and helping me with all of my fear.
Our friendship my dear friend,
we will have to the end.
Friends til the end is what we will be.
Someday we'll be together,
together you and me.

Attitude and its importance …

An old man lived alone in a village. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison.

The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:
Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.
Love,
Dad

Shortly, the old man received this telegram: ‘For Heaven’s sake, Dad, don’t dig up the garden!! That’s where I buried the GUNS!!’ At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.

Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.

His son’s reply was: ‘Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad.. It’s the best I could do for you from here.’

Moral:
NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS.. NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS….

There is really not much fun facts we can elaborate about winter. Well definitely because it does not makes life easier and the unsatisfactory list can go on and on. However, its also a season where there is much to celebrate about such as Christmas, spending quality time with family anticipating new year and it is also the best month to do shopping for everything is one sale at year end. Guess its a bittersweet sensation after all.

Here is another precious fact you can expect from winter – its exceptional solitary beauty. Only during winter you get to see trees painted with white snows, frosted branches, snowflakes, frozen rivers, e.t.c. Therefore fun or extreme snow sports players should appreciate all these great phenomenon.

Here is the compilation of 20 exclusively selected beautiful winter themed wallpapers for your desktop, make sure to compliment it with a mug of hot chocolate!

Winter’s Greetings

Winter wonderland

Winter wonderland

Winter wallpaper pack

Winter fall wallpaper

Winter day

Looking at Cabell Hall

Winter wallpaper

Brown leaves

Winter forest

Winter in the woods

Lake view

Winter wallpaper in dual tone

White tree

Snow Stars

Snow Crystal Landscape

Snokeh

Crystallized Dihydrogen Monoxide

Eiskristalle

Balance

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Contentment "Man wants but little here below" Little I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, (A very plain brown stone will do,) That I may call my own; And close at hand is such a one, In yonder street that fronts the sun. Plain food is quite enough for me; Three courses are as good as ten; If Nature can subsist on three, Thank Heaven for three. Amen! I always thought cold victual nice; My choice would be vanilla-ice. I care not much for gold or land; Give me a mortgage here and there, Some good bank-stock, some note of hand, Or trifling railroad share, I only ask that Fortune send A little more than I shall spend. Honors are silly toys, I know, And titles are but empty names; I would, perhaps, be Plenipo, But only near St. James; I'm very sure I should not care To fill our Gubernator's chair. Jewels are baubles; 't is a sin To care for such unfruitful things; One good-sized diamond in a pin, Some, not so large, in rings, A ruby, and a pearl, or so, Will do for me; - I laugh at show. My dame should dress in cheap attire; (Good, heavy silks are never dear;) I own perhaps I might desire Some shawls of true Cashmere, Some marrowy crapes of China silk, Like wrinkled skins on scalded milk. I would not have the horse I drive So fast that folks must stop and stare; An easy gait - two forty-five Suits me; I do not care; Perhaps, for just a single spurt, Some seconds less would do no hurt. Of pictures, I should like to own Titians and Raphaels three or four, I love so much their style and tone, One Turner, and no more, (A landscape, - foreground golden dirt, The sunshine painted with a squirt.) Of books but few, - some fifty score For daily use, and bound for wear; The rest upon an upper floor; Some little luxury there Of red morocco's gilded gleam And vellum rich as country cream. Busts, cameos, gems, such things as these, Which others often show for pride, I value for their power to please, And selfish churls deride; One Stradivarius, I confess, Two Meerschaums, I would fain possess. Wealth's wasteful tricks I will not learn, Nor ape the glittering upstart fool; Shall not carved tables serve my turn, But all must be of buhl? Give grasping pomp its double share, I ask but one recumbent chair. Thus humble let me live and die, Nor long for Midas' golden touch; If Heaven more generous gifts deny, I shall not miss them much, Too grateful for the blessing lent Of simple tastes and mind content!