WHY

WHY

Waves in the Ocean
Hails from the sky
You cannot understand unless you ask WHY?

Ki Ngeina Seh

Kua ahia ki ngeina seh theilou? Ki ngeina seh theilou kisa kua hiam om? Ki ngeina seh theilou kisakna lungsim neih ki ngeina seh theilou lailai om hia, kua?

Pupu Adam leh Pipi Evi te hunlai in, vuaktang in Eden huan sungah a khosa ua, a vuaktan na uh a zumpih hetkei uh chih Genesis 2:25 na ah kimuthei hi. Amaute puan ak silh lou di him a Pathian in a siam ahih ziak in, a om dandan uh aki ngeina seh uhi.

Naungek a pian khiak ma in a Nu sungah kual ngeungeu in a om hi. Mun kochik tak sung a om himahleh sawt om lua, kha kua tak om ahihman in aki ngeina seh a nuam asak thoh zawsop hi. Ginlah huai nasak leh naungek piangtung te ana dong mah dih!

Naungek hong khanglian a, ama deihtelna tellou in siamsinna inn ah siamsin sak in a om hi. Siamsin dia a kuan masakni in utloulua kisain kap ekek mahleh kal khat le ching man louin kithalopna in hong dim pah hi. Huai omzia tuh ahong ki ngeina seh ta chihna ahi.

Khawvel pilna sin kawmkawm in paukam hoih leh hoihlou, thilchin hoih leh hoihlou amuh leh azakte apatin ahinkhua a dia poimoh pen omdan hoih leh hoihlou khatzawsam atel ngai hi.

Hiai deihtelna ahihleh Pathian honpiak sia-le-pha theihna a kinga ahi. Deihtelna pansan a thilhoih hih dia thupukna lak pen nak hoihlua hinapi in amahvuak in abukim kei hi.

Deihtelna apoimoh zahzah in thilchin zong kiphamoh hamtang hi, ahangbel thilchin kingeinaseh te omdan hoih leh hoihlou bawltu ahihman in.

Omdan hoih neih ka thupi ahihleh, ka thilchin te ka bawl hoih masak ngai hi. Ka thilchin hoihloute ka ngeilou seh a, ahoihte kia ka ngeina seh ding ahi.

[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 all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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!

Rudyard Kipling

The Road not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.


The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

Love
Love is like a lump of gold,
Hard to get, and hard to hold.
Of all the girls I've ever met,
You're the one I can't forget.
I do believe that God above,
Created you for me to love.
He chose you from all the rest,
Because he knew I would love you best.

By Low Bowman

MERCY

MERCY
Memories I chose to cherish long
Emotions of Love I cannot hold back
Reason to hope for a better tomorrow
Comes to me, just because of...
You

Original...One afternoon at my room on 12th February 2009.