Dwelling on the words that you wrote to me.
i was thinking what they were meant to be...
the first time i saw them i was shocked,
the second time i heard them i cried very hard...
but then i came to know that you never meant them at all,
it was i who said things which made you fall.
there are times when i sit down to think what my life would be.....
if you hadnt come searching for the girl that you found in me,
my life would have been so bland, so dead.
i would have no use for my heart, just using my head.
so the very thought of returning to that life of mine,
is so repulsive to me that i cannot define.
one request i would like to make to you, this once.
if you ever change your mind about this, tell me at once.
but do it in front of me,let me hold you once last time.
give me your shoulder just one last time,
a last good cry with you as just mine.
a promise of this is all i want,
otherwise forever your living memories my life will haunt.
not that i'll ever be able to forget you,wipe off my love.
but at least i'll have the consolation that you did respect my love.
till then we've got a job to do,
coz else society wont let me be with you.
hoping this dream never comes to an end.
the sun never comes sneaking in to break the heart you did mend.
of course we'll have vodka the day im free.
whithout that hope, how can this life ever be??
on an amusing note, catch me in my drunken state as i fall over..
and i will blame you for the next day's bloody hangover.
we have no choice in our destiny right now,
but we can always work to keep our vow.
dreams are what our lives are made of.
hope one day this dream will come true....
I realize the value of time and tide
Everytime in this limit i cannot be by your side
Yet again i realize the value of time i do
Everytime i think of the time i cannot be with you
What do i destroy whom do i hate
Whose trickery is this time or fate
Whatever, whomever it be all i can do
Is form memories by being with you
Memories on which i can survive
For without you i cannot live
From now to the end to keep me sane
All i do is know we will be together again
From now to the limit all my time
I want to spend with this princess of mine
After that my princess know this to be true
Everytime you look at the stars somebody is looking with you
as the stars twinkle in the nite sky
think about the times we fly
today tomorow and everyday
about the times in your arms i lay
how much i love you and you do me
of how we were just meant to be!!
i'll never stop loving you
even if my breath stops,my soul will always be there with you...
i belonged to noone else
you brought the light into my life so dense..
you are my first, you are my last.....
im holding onto you real fast...
i've never been so happy till i met you
didnt realise that it was love thats meant for the very few....
when i said i loved you, i really meant it
without you i cannot live, and thats the basic gist of it....
time will fly,you'll see my love..
and we will fly together like a free dove!!
Have you ever seen a butterfly ,without a wing?
On a thin thread of hope,to life,trying to cling.
Shivering and fluttering,obviously in great pain.
It goes on with the slightest hope of flying again.
But this butterfly is wounded,it has no right to fly.
To fly you have to be perfect,that is until you die.
The butterfly's wings are broken,lying helplessly beside.
The butterfly flutters hoping to take it in its stride.
Butv the butterfly forgets that it is imperfect.
Mutilated and tainted, it is different from its sect.
A thing without a wing can never fly.
It is bound to this earth till it can die.
Imperfection is curse that binds noone else.
In anticipation of more blows,the butterfly is always tense.
The butterfly is convinced it'll fly one day.
It'll shout and scream,make the world hear its say.
But its dreams are unachievable,its dreams are high.
Without wings,oh you foolish one,how can you ever fly?
So give up the stupid hope,just stop believing.
You are just another broken insect whose body into dust they'll fling.
Do you really think the world has a care?
You're in it alone,fly if you dare.
Of course I'm mocking you,cant you see?
Without wings you'll fly?How can that ever be?
You lie there with your bloodless wound.
Writhing and fluttering in shame on the ground.
The other butterflies just come and flit away.
Some are there for a longer time but they never do stay.
The butterfly wants to fly,maybe a lift with wings?
But the others dont have the strenght to carry the shame it brings.
And the butterfly is proud,it'll never ask for help.
You can trample its multi-colored wings with your boots,but it'll never yelp.
The butterfly is silent,it has no voice.
And even if it did,it would be quiet out of its own choice.
The butterfly lies there writhing in agony and pain.
Trying to touch the skies,trying in vain.
And then the butterfly lies still,it flutters no more.
The broken wings are calm,it's time will come for sure.
When it'll fly,it'll fly with the high wind.
All ties to the earthly world it will rescind.
Till that time the butterfly awaits in inertia.
Waiting in knowledge,which for others is trivia.
The sands of time is running,the end will surely come.
The peaceful end which a new beginning may become.....
At the heart of the city there is a wound.
The oncoming army marches on.
Shouting and trampling,till the beginning of dawn.
Night looms large,night looms dark.
There is no moon,the darkness absolutely stark.
Loot and plunder,death and murder.
With such heinous crimes the walls do shudder.
The strong fortress comes crashing down.
There is blood and destruction in place of the beautiful town.
Can you hear the shrieks,the blood-curdling war-cries?
They reach upto the heavens,reverbrate throught the skies.
But this is life you say, the way its meant to be.
You have to break and fall before life's meaning you can even begin to see.
The citadel is annihilated with all the people inside.
For another chance,just another shot,its people cried.
But the warring tribes came on coming,
With merciless vengeance they kept on attacking.
At long last peace prevailed.
The city was quiet, nobody wailed.
Soon there were fires burning all around.
Licking at the old walls, crackling with a loud sound.
ANd then there were none left but the wall.
It too was burnt and degraded signifying the great city's fall.
But life is in motion,it has to go on.
But to all dark nights,there isnt a dawn.
Where the citadel once was,a new city was built.
A new city was built,without the slightest guilt.
The citadel was forgotten,razed to the ground.
The spirits of the citadel never made any protesting sound.
The new city was much better than the old.
The poor old citadel left its misery forever untold.
The walls came up again,sturdy and strong.
The masons worked hard on it ,all night long.
New houses were built,new people came to live.
There was new hope,new reason to believe.
The grass grew green to cover the burned patches,
You could hear laughter,if only in snatches.
And then came the rain ,washed away the blood,
There was new reason to hope,flowers to bud.
The citadel was forgotten very soon enough.
But to kill its spirit would indeed be tough.
The citadel lives on in its single burned wall.
The now-broken pieces that once stood tall.
Spirits roam around but hey never cause harm.
There is nothing around them to cause the citizen's alarm.
The new city lived in peace,but oh so knave!
It never once came to know it was founded on the citadel's grave.
Didnt want to give explanations,thats me.
But the day you walked in and changed my life.
You showed me a new side,calmed my inner strife.
I felt the sunshine touch my heart once more.
I wouldnt be rejected again,this time I was sure.
But you didnt know that the waters ran deep.
You cant swim and the goings too steep.
If and when this comes to an end.
Dont blame yourself,remember all the love you send.
It was me who was incapable,unworthy.
It was I who stepped back on the path unsteady.
You were always there waiting by my side.
To catch my tears before they even began to slide.
But I was afraid,afraid of hurting you again.
Afraid of entering into something which would finish before it began.
I always do the wrong things,break the glass.
Over small things I'd create a fuss.
Stupid me,I hurt you in a million lil ways.
Night after night and days after days.
You never protested but your best you tried.
Im sorry I was stupid the times you cried.
I never ever realised evwn where I'd made a msitake.
But I promise, I'll try, just for your sake.
You've given me a new reason,a new reason to believe.
A strength to go on with life and achieve.
I'll always be grateful for all the things you did.
Gave me emotions before I even realised the need.
I know you'd never appreciate if I thank.
I would'nt like to show you your rank.
But I'm promising you I'm gonna hold on real tight.
And never let you go out of my eternal sight.
you know me through and through,without a doubt?
But how can you know me?
How can that ever be?
Coz I dont know myself
I said I dont know myself
So you've labelled me,ready to be put on a shelf.
But how can you know me when I dont know myself?
So you shiver when I pass by you.
But let me tell you something,its me who's afraid of you.
Or do you pity me,my life?
Don't pity me coz thats not what I want.
Actually I've forgotten even what I really want.
Or do you think of me as a liar,a cheat.
Telling lies without the skip of a beat.
Let me tell you,I did it to protect you.
From the demon that is me,Oh! its nothing new.
So you think you've figured me out.
Known me fully,completely, out and out.
Coz I dont know myself,thats why.
And let me tell you,this ones not a lie.
So you dont evn know my name.
Dont try and give me your excuses so lame.
Coz you know why?It dont matter anymore.
I dont care,ever,like never before.
So think you've figured me out.
Known me completely,inside out.
But how can that ever be?
Coz I'll never know myself in eternity?
When I look in the mirror,I dont know myself.
I said I really dont know myself.
The tell me why I never say goodbye?
Coz its hard to let go.
You didnt know that, did you?
So you've got me figured out?
But how can that ever be!
Coz Im still searching for myself.
When you see my eyes go blank,go lifeless.
You think Im lost in a darkness so endless.
Let me tell you,thats not true,
In fact it just means Im searching for something new.
So you think you've got me figured out and love me you do.
But how on earth ever in this life can you?
For you still dont know me,now,do you?
I will always be what you want me to be.
I'll show you the things that you wanna see.
But you'll never see the real me.
This butterfly has lost its wings for all eternity.
may be u r twinkling or may be u r just shy,
i swear u r da most beautiful in the entire space,
nothing is prettier than ur smiling face,
u r much more beautiful than even a flower,
more colorful than a rainbow after a shower,
everyone is praising u including the mountains,
and the sky itself and all the sparkling fountains,
all da planets r jealous of u,even the earth,
because u have got something that cant be measured worth,
the truth is u,that all da universe will know,
the sun too seems to fade when u glow,
now, u r away ,like ,a several thousands miles,
but u r always there whenever i need smiles,
yeah,i'm writing for you my this rhyme,
in my heart i used to think of u all the time,
u r a hope for all always there 2 shine,
wish something like u would be mine,
i know u r a gorgeous and a lovely star,
yeah.i'm seeing u but u r just too far,
but still someday i will fly over the moon,
because my heart knows i'm gonna meet u soon.
The queen Tamir a oracle had ordained to be.
Born a girl,made a boy by magic.
Her story was one really tragic.
Burdened with the task of lifting a curse.
Her sixteen years were tense and terse.
Born of a mad mother,a nameless father.
Because of her dual identity,she couldnt life's pieces gather.
Creating things anew was her knack.
But the one she loved couldnt love her back.
As if this confusion wasnt enough.
The going was to get even more tough.
Against her own blood she had to fight.
Show Korin the Illior's might.
Long and bloody the battle raged.
To save Skala,Tamir her battle waged.
Her Companions she lost to Korin's side.
The dark wizard Niryn was his time abide.
And then there was her twin Brother.
The one who was murdered,born of the same mother.
His spirit haunted her night after night,
Asking for vengeance,to put up a fight.
Beneath all the blood and gore,there was a story untold.
That unsaid story I will try to unfold.
Ki couldnt distinguish between Tobin and Tamir.
He couldnt understand which he held more dear.
Love her,he did,we are absolutely sure.
But for his confusion there was no human cure.
And then resourceful magic did its trick again.
The cord between spirit and human was strained.
Thus the story reached to its happy ending.
As in fantasy,Tamir and Ki,their love finding.
But what if magic had never been used?
Would the same conclusion have been reached?
Maybe then there would have been a change in Skalan history.
But that I am afraid is quite another story.
[This poem was written keeping the Lynn Flewelling's Book "The Oracle's Queen" in mind as inspiration you cud say....conclusions,analysis,wotevr is mine..]
The music drags on with its monotonous beat.
I wonder as the world goes rushing by.
I lok on as people forget,people die.
A whirlwind of stories,torn papers flying.
I look on as people are dying,people are lying.
The spirits float out of thin air.
Mocking me,they lay my soul bare.
Look at what you were,and what you've become.
And life's just begun,there's more yet to come.
The travails of this journey has just begun.
Immortality has cursed,but me,none.
This yoke I must carry with every breath I take.
Bit by bit I must my world again make.
The going would get easier if I could compromise.
Lie a bit,pretend some more,say things nice.
But I refise to give up,I refuse to give in.
Hoping truth wud pop out of the bottle like a djinn.
So I am in it alone,confidantes finally afar.
Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.
The multi-colored rims of its light.
Find surprised reflection in my sight.
Light trancends me,light trancends all.
Light shows you the way before you fall.
The demons are closing in,calling to me.
Showing me things that I dont wanna see.
This is my world,the prime location.
But nobody's allowed in without permission.
So knock on the door and patiently wait.
While I go and listen to the music innate.
Through the day,and all night long.
Its a black bird they say.
But they can't be sure,there is no way.
For the night bird is elusive of its own choice.
Very few people really get to hear its voice.
It sings of its pleasure to the full white moon.
Hoping to meet one of its own very soon.
For you see,the moon is its dear friend.
The moon knows its story till the very end.
The night bird told its story in a song.
Singing through the night and all day long.
Hopping from tree to tree,twig to twig.
The darkness surrounding it is so so big.
But the moon is white,an ethereal glow.
In its light,the bird's true colors show.
And lo behold, it is midnight black no more!
Its like the lustrous pearl picked from the sandy shore.
They had never seen it in its own true form.
And that's cause superficiality was the accepted norm.
But they could have seen it in its white-speckled eyes.
Eyes are the true mirror of the soul;it tells no lies.
But its song talked of pure beauty like no other,
Then why 'o why didnt the others bother?
But of course it sang its song to the moon and noone else.
Who had the power to penetrate a darkness so dense?
It is waiting for the moon to pass a message.
One that will give it immortal passage.
One that says its time to carry on.
When phoenix colors it will surely don.
But till then you can surely try,
To catch a fleeting glimpse as it flies bye.
You can still hear the night bird's sighs.
You can even hear the flap of wings as it flies.
But it's song it sings to none but the moon.
And you aint gonna hear the song anytime soon ! !
The hum of voices being raised ever so slowly,
The bright lights, the row of books look down upon me.
As they had that year in the month of February.
When I had fallen in love forever.
My first,my last,to end never.
I knew you were high,unachievable.
Find you at my side,I never would be able.
Your smile made the blood course through my vein.
It wasnt for me-it didnt penetrate my brain.
It was an emotion entirely new.
But I knew it was one of those rarest few.
I lived in those short few hours like never before.
Like the frothy white waves hitting the sandy shore.
I never do expect,never did.
I didnt realise you thought of me as just another kid.
Foolish me,innocent heart.
I imagined the end for what would never start.
The tears I cried,the thoughts I spent.
Never your image or memory did they dent.
I walk along the same road many a day.
But catch a glimpse of you?Nay.
Platonic love was all I am capable,
Even that you did enable.
I'm grateful to you for the gift you gave,
The joy,the emotions; the tears I forgave.
I walk along the same road once more.
Free from the physicalities as never before.
I set you free,my love.
So you could fly like the dove.
Like the bird of peace.
For that is what you gave me,peace!
Though for a few short moment,
With lesser other people their lives have spent.
Fly, fly like the wind.
As I await the world's end.
The day I'll be with you.
The start of a relationship new.
We'll wait hand in hand for our fate.
And this time I promise I'll not be late.
The rain-drops touch my hands as before.
The moon smiles down on me as before.
The wind runs through my hair still.
So I walk through life's journey still.
But remember me,for once we'll meet.
In a quiet place,far removed, we'll sit.
And then I'll tell about myself,my secrets,my life.
The smiles I smiled even as I felt stabbed by a knife.
And then you your decision will take.
But I wouldnt care,for once I know, I havent been fake.
Till then,my dear,I bid you good-bye,
But I'll find you near whenever I close my eye.
In death we'll meet,never to separate.
With calm anticipation I,my day, await.
Girl meets world
Or the other way round!
I'm scared,scared a lot.
Funny thing is,I dont know of what.
Chasing dreams against the sun.
Like chasing butterflies on the run....
The light blinds me,yet I move on.
I dont know it is that helps me carry on.
I see life shrouded in mystery.
Past,present,future;its all about history.
Once in Tagore's blue star-studded night.
Once in Maugham's "Neil McAdam";out of sight.
I see life peeking out of it's disguise!
But I dont know whether I can trust my eyes.
Chasing the ideals ever elusive.
Changing and twisting,ever so furtive.
My life is a book waiting to be read.
But if some parts are read,Im ever so afraid.
In the madness of crowd,I seek solitude.
Running away,when i know its not what I should.
Feeling it so right,knowing its so wrong!
This confusion has been going on for too long.
Girl meets world or the other way round.
I dont think a solution can ever be found.
Like when we played 'catch' when we were small.
I promise to give you another chance when you make a mistake.
Friendship is an emotion which I can never fake!
I promise I'll always be there for you.
I'll stand by you whether you fail or not.
Let's face it together,what fate has brought.
All the silly jokes and laughs we shared.
All the dreadful secrets and heart-breaks too.
I'll always be standing by you.
And thats a promise of a best friend to you.
Of every word that you wrote.
I spent my life dwelling on what they meant.
And when i came to the last page.
I was already in my death-bed.
You had meant so much to me.
The pages were yellow and withered.
Your writing was faint and grey.
I will join you very soon my darling,
Soon we'll fly in heaven together.
With a simple tear, I left this world.
And on the journal, On every single page.
There was only one poem.
"Time will fly fast, But our love would last forever"
I'm sure with every passing day, we will grow closer
And I will never miss my chance to tell you all that I want to.
Whether in heaven or hell.
We would be binded together forever.
Just like this journal.
It is NOT about my poems,certainly not.
It is about poems,tht maybe poems Ive read sumwhr,sent 2 me or evn written by me!!
so u'll find as many original works as there are poems read elsewhr!!
btw senseless,eternal optimist n holidays are here are sum of "my" poems on this page and there are sum more in the archives!
what do you think you would do?
if i suddenly went away
about me what would you say?
if i suddenly dissapear
what would you feel joy or fear?
i wonder what you would think
if i were to dissapear in a blink.
what if this was our last meeting.
what in your heart would you be feeling?
if someone asked you "who is he?"
to them how would you define me?
what if suddenly
you knew, you would never again see me.
life goes on with joy and sorrow.
i am here today might not be tomorrow.
if you knew this was my last day
to me then what would you say
just thought i would ask you anyway!
so if i ended up dying today
you wouldnt be able to find out about it eh?
Here is another one written by Mr.Deja Vu..he wud hav become a team member on my blog,only tht im in blogger beta now and its giving me a host of problems including disabling the multiple authors function so waiting for the google ppl 2 fix this thing!!
where u n me would be free to make our own history
free from lonely society
free from sinful piety
free to speak our mind
free from being outcasts of any kind
where true happiness lives
where differing people co-exist
where i could be for u and you could be for me
where people say we instead of me
where they stand tall in the hour of need
and face head on evil corruption and greed
i know it is only u who could make this reality true there
Written By Mr.Deja Vu(lol)
Never wanted anyone to idolize me.
How could I be so stupid and not see.
But thats the whole point I didnt see.
Messed up my life,messed up your life.
Cutting through the emotions like knife.
You were at a low phase, you wanted a guide.
I stepped into that role,always by your side.
But I was an introvert,still am.
Didnt let you know that I wasnt in control.
I was psychotic,I was a fool.
And when the relevation came around.
Your world came crashing down.
I dont whose fault it was,yours or mine.
For failing to see through each other all the time.
Then we moved on but still remained friends.
I could see you were walking down the wrong lane,to wrong ends.
And then I made another mistake.
I didnt stop you coz I thought you thought I was fake.
And then you saw what I really thought.
Mirroring each other,alike a lot.
And then we parted friendly strangers once more,
You walk on your share of clouds once more.
This poem is dedicated to someone.
If you are reading this I just wanna say Im sorry,not for my mistakes,not for yours,but for the time we could n should have spent together but we didnt.
My heads new abuzz.
This pounding ache makes life a fuzz.
I'm trying to be cynical.
Life is mythical.
I'm waiting for a new phase to start.
Till then I'll think about the days gone by.
The sunlight peeps in through the shutters,a little shy.
Darkened rooms,peaceful in the heat.
And there I am on the window seat.
Playing with the rays as they kiss my hand.
The sound of naked feet hitting the ground.
Switch to a different place, a different setting.
The river flowing,the sun setting.
Blue skies kissed by the golden rays.
Remiminding me of the past,by-gone days.
Red and white bicycles,heads tousled .
ANd then they went off to a far-oof land,flying in the air.
Leaving the sun's rays to kiss my lonely brown hair.
I dream if the future,of the days to come.
I want to be like the spirit of cimmarron.
Green pastures,blue sky.
The wind would be blowing high.
I speed along at the speed of sound.
Soaking up the feeling of a freedom new-found.
Or a small little villa at the top of a peak.
Where tranquility and peace I can seek.
Winding roads filled with twists and turns.
Flowers pink and white,but the yellow one burns.
Greenery all around,a chill in the air.
The sun's rays kiss my lonely brown hair.
Musings of a stupid fool.
Who knows,who cares?
I'm just so tired of being a tool.
So here I am with secrets to share.
I am no sphinx,I have no mystery.
It's all about the days gone by,it's all about history.
I wait in anticipation for the holidays.
Coz I know death is the most long and vivid of all holidays.
Yes,change it has,a lot of changes have been wrought.
But its time to change again.Just take a note:
Change is the constant,changes have to be brought.
Along the way I met a friend,he gave me hope.
O yes hope,what I was looking for,hope!!
Hope that I could be myself once more,to be the real person.
But had I forgotten my complicated self,the primary reason.
I am my fire,I am my enemy.
I cause destruction wherever I go.
No Don't touch me.You'll burn your hands.
But change I must and change I will.
Dejected soul,helpless pose.
It's gone,all gone,to where you ask?
To the darkened room,not out of my life.
'O I want colors of the rainbow in my life.
This loneliness is killing me.
But what use is pain to a dead man?
But it's time to change and change I must.
This time for the better,as it was for the first.
People come and people go,into my life and out of it.
It pretend it never hurts,my face all alit.
But this times its different,time for a change!
I'll walk down the sunny paths of life, once more.
For a short while,I promise myself,once more.
My head will be held high,as it always is.
But this time I'll try to feel it inside.
I'm a complicated person,a bundle of contradictions.
I'm looking for stablility, a real person.
I'm not perfect,nobody is.
But cant someone accept me as it is.
Someone who'll bring some tranquility into my life and way.
But when the time comes,I'll push him away.
Do you know why,of course you do....
I am my fire,I am my enemy.
I cause destruction wherever I go.
I dont write for no one,I write for myself.
So don't peep into my diary,it's meant for myself.
My fantasy,my imagination.
They are where I find my salvation.
My life is a story,it is fake.
I question myself at every step I take.
Every step I've taken has been for my dream's sake.
It's difficult to see your dreams turn into a nightmare.
Mocking you 'coz they'll never come true,o yeah!!
In the end I wish I could write about the others around.
War and peace,men and destruction in this world abound.
But in this web I'm always caught.
In it's threads Imm always fraught.
It's not that I dont try,try to come out.
But the moment I do,the screams shout.
It's killing me.
My loneliness is killing me....
But somewhere deep down I still believe....
Too much tears, so many seas I lose everything;
I cling on to life Because I lose everything;
There are so many seas
And Atlantis, under cease!
Lost meanings, deaf words, shouting I lose the words I wanted to sing
luminous bits of human rights I call them up in darkest nights I say I have urgent business, Just wait But they ask me to get lost!
The girls, they put roses in my pocket
Foolish pocket, full of silly things
My friends lost in course of lying....
The pocket cannot find a thing in time!
Lost faiths, part-time theories, life is fierce- I can't stand it staring from blank eyes I lost to Cook and Columbus, and Atlantis
My last hope, I refuse to lose, sometimes.
When I was younger I made solid plans
They really had flavours and fragrance,
Very much like cakes just out of oven!
Their rotten cores haunt me now.
Born losers embrace death open armed
But historic souls lost in the pyramids
Tell me a totally different story about it
Death is not the tranquil end of losing;
I rather cling on to life, I love the bees
For I know, for me, there's a lost Atlantis!
And the credit goes to....Ramanuj Mukherjee...a fellow legal-eagle n poet like urs truly.......
Time, you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay
Put up your caravan
just for one day ?
All things I'll give you
Will you be my guest,
Bells for your jennet,
Of silver the best.
Goldsmiths shall beat you
A great golden rings,
Peacocks shall bow to you,
Little boys sing,
Oh, and sweet girls will
Festoon you with may.
Time, you old gypsy,
Why hasten away?
Last week in Babylon,
last night in Rome,
Morning, and in the crush
Under Paul's dome;
under Paul's dial
You tighten your rein-
Only a moment,
And off once again;
Off to some city
Now blind in the womb,
Off to another
Ere that's in the tomb.
Time, you old gypsy man,
Will you not stay,
Put up your caravan
Just for one day ?
The fact that you were born,
Is proof, God has a plan for you.
The path may seem unclear right now,
But one day you will see,
That all that came before,
Was truly meant to be.
God wrote the book that is your life,
That's all you need to know.
Each day that you are living,
Was written long ago.
God only writes best sellers,
So be proud of who you are,
Your character is important,
In this book you are the Star.
Enjoy the novel as it reads,
It will stand throughout the ages,
Savor each chapter as you go,
Taking time to turn the pages.
kudos 2 Ravi !
When I wake up in the sunny morning
My dreams tell me, you are so lovely
Although, you are far away from me
My love can not be hidden without your love
Oh my love, come and be lost with me
and make your love with softly whispering
Days are gone, my love on you never gone
and it will live with me wherever you are
When I look up at the stars in the evening
My nights tell me, you are so beautiful
Although, you are not close to me
My love can not be loved without your love
Oh my love, come and be lost with me
and make your love with softly whispering
Days are gone, my love on you never gone
and it will live with me wherever you are
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2006 Ravi Sathasivam
From everyone that I have known.
But I just thought they were absurd,
And could not leave that fire alone.
So every day with noone around I'd play with fire -
I could not seem to get enough -
And seemed to have this strange desire
To set on fire all kinds of stuff.
It all began when I was young.
I watched as candle flames would dance.
They called to me - those blazing tounges -
And soon, I'd fall into a trance.
A hundred candles burning bright -
Enticing me to light some more.
They set my room ablaze one night,
And burned the house down to the floor.
I felt no torment for this deed;
Instead, excitement filled my soul.
The sight of flames was such a need,
The sight of something burning brings
A pleasure few have understood.
Then came the day that I was caught -
So now I'm locked here in the pen -
But still, I feel this strange desire.
So soon, I will be free again,
When I have set this heart on fire.
I'm not trying 2 b a sadist or anything here......
yet, you were an oasis in the desert that is my life.
I miss you more than words can say
and lost without you, every day.
Never asked more than you could give,
yet it seemed too much of a challenge,
and you chose to ignore me away,
you always chose to go your way.
I've reached my limit, had enough,
but I'm not sure who won or lost.
I'm sad and empty, what can I say?
But tomorrow is another day,is it?
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes!
And then a voice may meet my ear
That death has silenced long ago;
And hope and rapture may appear
Instead of solitude and woe.
Cold in the grave for years has lain
The form it was my bliss to see,
And only dreams can bring again
The darling of my heart to me.
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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 on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe 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!
Or a woman maybe..yeah i no im being too much of as feminist here but cant help it...
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
Doenst make sense to me........does it to you??comment plz...
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
one of my favourite poems .....hope u liked it
by Kenn Nesbitt
Forget that two times four is eight.
Forget the name of every state.
Forget the answers on the test.
Forget which way is east or west.
Forget the myths of ancient Rome.
Forget to bring your books from home.
Forget the words you learned to spell.
Forget to hear the recess bell.
Forget your homeroom teacher’s name.
Forget the after-school game.
Forget which team’s supposed to win.
Forget to turn your homework in.
Forget the distance to the moon.
Forget how many days in June.
Forget the capital of France.
But don’t forget to wear your pants!
Text © Kenn Nesbitt, reprinted from The Aliens Have Landed! published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Margeaux Lucas. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.
taken from: http://www.gigglepoetry.com/
People are often unreasonable, illogical, & self-centered; Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, People may accuse you of selfish,ulterior motives; Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies; Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you; Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight: Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous; Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow; Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough; Give the world the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God; It was never between you and them anyway.
Isnt it beautiful??In my opinion this poem truly reflects the mopther's spirit and as opposed to people saying that the mother made Calcutta(Kolkata now)look like an abject,
poverty and disease-riddled place...I want to say that every humanitarian should judge this whole issue from the point of view of those who received help from the
"Sisters of Charity" when we would have and indeed had turned our backs to them.
This post is dedicated to all those who truly believe in God And even those who dont but believe in the human spirit and offer a hand to help when it is most needed.
Good friends are hard to find.
Good friends are easy to love.
Good friends are presents that
last forever and that feel
like gifts from above
Good friends are one in a million.
Good friends are stories to share.
Good friends know the path to your
happiness, and they walk with you
all the way there.
Good friends are lives overlapping.
Good friends are laughter and tears.
Good friends are emotions so deep
that the trust just keeps growing
over the years.
Good friends are hard to find.
Good friends are easy to adore.
And you've been
such a good friend to me
...that I could ask
for nothing more.
Thanks for Being
Such a Wonderful Friend.
The riches were my many friends who into my life they came.
Some were family members like my mother oh so dear.
But most were people that I met, many every year.
No matter where life sent me, what city I called home,
I made life long friends and never felt alone.
My friends are there for me to listen and to care.
At times life wouldn't have been worth living if my dear friends were not there.
I could name them all one by one, a volume it would fill,
But they know who they are and that I love them and I always will.
I hope some day when the Lord I go to see,
He will grant just one more blessing,
And let my friends dwell next to me
A memoir of memories of what could have been
Some bric-a-brac and trivia once held dear
A platter of emotions unfelt and unseen
You lie now, gnarled and garbled in my veins
In wisps of white that streak my thoughts,
I watch you slip by, moment by moment
And lament the loss of the life I have lost
Sad, I imagined you'd wait all eternity
And that I could always relive and rewind
And now, as you advance hour after hour,
All I do is replay dreams in my mind
Alas you have gone, leaving me to mourn
The unopened treasures that lie before my eye
And now I will tick away into oblivion soon
My memory, a portrayal of a sad, petty life
O come back to me, just once I pray,
For I promise to unlock each of those treasures
Give me some time just one more time,
To savour a little of life's million pleasures