The World Won't Wait

The World Won't Wait! 

Save The Burning World - A Plead From A Dying Girl.

Save The Burning World - A Plead From A Dying Girl. 

Slow Dance

This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.

She wants to see how many

people get her poem.

It is quite a poem, please pass it on.

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a

New York Hospital.

It was sent by a medical doctor Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?

When you ask, “How are you?”

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,

with the next hundred chores running through your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short

The music won't last.

Ever told your child,

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last..

When you run so fast to get somewhere,

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift....

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.

Click Here To Get My Counter Poem On This Poem. (A Reality Towards Today's World). 

Dear All:

PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know -

even to those you don't know!

It is the request of a special girl, who will soon leave this world

due to cancer.

This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to

live their life to the fullest, since she never will.

She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school,

or get married and have a family of her own.

By you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a

little hope, because with every name

that this is sent to, the American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name

to her treatment and recovery

plan.

 One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can at least send it to 5 or 6.

It's not even your money, just your time! Please read n forward ... !!

NEXT READ: -  The World Won't Wait! 

~Jay Mehta

BLACK BOX IN A NUTSHELL

IN A NUTSHELL:

1. They're not black

They are a tone of what's known as international orange, which is a set of three colors used in aerospace and engineering to distinguish objects from their surroundings.

Black Box :- Starting Point For Flight Investigations

Black Box :- Starting Point For Flight Investigations

INTRODUCTION:

In science, computing, and engineering, a black box is a device, system or object which can be viewed in terms of its inputs and outputs (or transfer characteristics), without any knowledge of its internal workings. Its implementation is "opaque" (black). Almost anything might be referred to as a black box:

1. a transistor
2. an algorithm
3. or the human brain.

To analyze something, as an open system, with a typical "black box approach", only the behavior of the stimulus/response will be accounted for, to infer the (unknown) box. The usual representation of this black box system is a data flow diagram centered in the box.

10 Advertisements That Make You Look Twice.

10 Advertisements That Make You Look Twice.

~Jay Mehta

1. You got to go somewhere if you mess up with traffic rules.

Conventional Romance

Conventional Romance

We learn to walk by holding our parents' hands,

It's a comfort felt by people of every land.

But it was your hand that assured the hold for lifetime!!

I wanted to feel it too, just with you,

Yet I could not do so.

I was too hesitant,

As I feared losing you!

But to my sweetest delight,

You knew me better; from head to toe,

Better than I could say or show.

It was the first time you held my hand,

I could not wait any longer,

To hold it back, tight,

And experience eternal delight.

An escape from the worldly clutter for a while,

Something that constantly made me smile,

Again and again...every single time!

As your fingertips ran gently through my palm,

My soul rested in calm,

Blood gushed through each of my vein,

I could feel you all over my brain,

Effortlessly easing all my pains...

I was so red, numb and speechless,

All I could do was smile with happiness.

I could see nothing around.

Music played in my heart,

One, that knew no bound!!

Feeling your hands pressed against mine

Was a pleasure, nowhere else to be found,

It made me shine bright

With joy in my heart, reaching great heights.

It was time to part, but I longed to stay.

Stay as long as the day,

As long as you would,

As long as I could,

As long as the world would be!!

~Jay Mehta

Holding Hands

Holding Hands

We learn to walk by holding our parents' hands,
We hold their hands to feel the comforts,
No matter you live in which lands,
Holding hands needs no efforts.
But with you - my love,
I was hesitant to do so,
Scared to have blown you off!
But you held my hand,
And held it tight!
I was all red and you were in delight.
I never felt the rush of blood running ever so fast,
Not even when I ran for hours on the grounds.
 The feeling that you gave will forever last,
I will never leave you and always be in your bound.

~Jay Mehta

~Jay Mehta