I hide my tears when I say your name,
But the pain in my heart is still the same.
Though I smile and seem carefree,
There's no one who misses you more than me!
I have liked many but loved very few,
Yet no-one has been as sweet as you,
I'd stand and wait in the world's longest queue,
Just for the pleasure of a moment with you!
So many questions,
But the answers are so few,
All I really know, is,
I MISS YOU !!!
When I ate today at noon
All I could think about was you
Wishing you was here to do what you do
Wishing I could feed you with my spoon
Hoping someday I'll see your smile again
I don't know if I can take all this pain
Knowing that I am here and you are there
Thinking about the times we had and will not have
You are the best there ever was and will be
There is nothing to explain you, but lovely
Even when I was sad you made me happy
I just don't know what to do
I just hope one day, I get to see you!
O, my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair as thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thess till, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run:
And fare thee well, my only luve!
And fare thee weel, a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
Each step is frozen
Life is still unspoken.
When someone makes it fade,
One feels not to tread.
All what it wants
Is to make it trance.
But here trance is classic,
Life seems to be tragic.
No one guesses it certainly,
Splitting the time leisurely.
The rolling of dice in a tray,
Is all what you can say.
Each step is frozen
Life is still unspoken
You say it is all over,
In your mind halts a cruising rover.
It is the start of breathing,
You make it cease, its your thinking.
It can be studied , the entire reaction,
Steady decrease in the interaction.
It makes your thinking slow and numb,
There was a time when you were pinkish plumb
Its the time whenever you blink,
There is only one thing you think.
Each step is frozen
Life is still unspoken
Ideally, its a festival in heart's town,
But you say it is a blow down.
For this mysterious rain,
No shelter you can attain
You say nothing at all,
A bed of roses, you gradually fall.
It seems everything is a graffiti,
Steadily it makes a lunar plurality.
You try so hard, a step to take,
There are assumptions you can make.
Every step is frozen
Life is still unspoken
There is always some fear,
You think your heart can tear.
Life comes alive at a point,
That you consider a perfect joint.
It was like you are on a rove,
The freedom of an innocent dove.
You feared when it headed south,
Once again no words poured from mouth.
It could hurt and hurts well,
The last time you would say it a hell.
Every step is frozen
Life is still unspoken.
Your voice is so beautiful
I can listen to it all day
It just sounds so wonderful
I don't know what to say
I feel calm
I feel warm
I even feel your love
As I hear that voice
I wish I could see you now
And hear that elegant voice
To feel your comfort
To feel your ease
I would marry you so quickly
And sweep you off your feet
You are that girl
That can't be beat
The face as blank as a white paper
Only feature that conveyed were eyes
Those were very deep,
Deep like sea,like an ocean
There was immense calmness,
And a lot of composure.
Surely like an ocean they carried;
They guarded - like a treasure.
Something that kept me thinking.
It was very staggered.
Was there sadness, some shock,
Or were they afraid of something.
Something they didn't want to reveal.
The face as innocent as eyes.
The innocence of a born child,
Innocence of a trapped ignorant animal.
They were very deep,
They were very dark,
They were very black,
They were very quiet,
They were very appealing,
The were very bright.
The brightness , the darkness together
In contrast made them shine.
The shine of moist green leaves,
The shine of first drop of rain.
The immense emotions in those eyes.
They were self meditated.
A synchronous harmony of emotions.
This harmony was toxic,
An outgrowing trauma of non-defensive gesture.
Truly they were the mirror of its self,
A very complex in nature.
Represented an unguarded fantasy of a child.
A fantasy that embarked a psychic presence
Of a monstrous illusion lurking in the mind.
They were inexplicable.
A complex web of pain
That had solidified over time ,
Unable to communicate the doubts
And vulnerability of its non-volatile stare.
That disturbing encounter testified
The human reflection through eyes.
Once seen , there happens to be a drift
To that hyperactive stare of those eyes.
It was a kind of hallmark
Of its own emotional mind
That remained introverted and florescent
To the onlooker who always wondered
As an enquirer of the reasons behind it.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise,
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints -I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
One of my very good friends, Sunil, has also joined this blog. To start with, I present to you all his first creation, aptly titled "Search". Enjoy!
Leaving everything in my life
Leaving others for the scrappy rise
Leaving all what happened behind
There is nothing to survive
In this beautiful world as the people say
Precursor of what i thought and what i hide
Thinking of things i never know
Thinking of things i left behind
Thinking of the job which i didnt get
Thinking of it if i ll ever get it in my life
Thinking of all while passing a smile
I am broken apart raising the spikes
Poem is a weaker way to express
My way of living is drowning in the wine
Sensing the downfall coming my way
Sensing the tribune formed by people
Sensing the farewell and walk away of friends
Sensing the change of personalities
Reminds me of a good friend in life
I search for you here and there
Talk to you and forget what is happening in my mind
There is a reason for everything
The ego , the trauma , a thought to future
I found myself tread around in the darkest street behind.....
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 mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd 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!
“You were there when I opened my eyes
You were there to see my first smile
You held my hand and helped me walk
Taught me my first words and helped me talk
You were there when I needed you
You were always there for me
13th June, what a day
Others were at fault but we had to pay
At the end what can I say
We miss you night and day.”
- Payal Bhalla, Association of Uphaar Victims Tragedy
(Lost her father to Uphaar fire)
- Sandy
My lady's presence makes the roses red,
Because to see her lips they blush for shame.
The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,
And her white hands in them this envy bred.
The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,
Because the sun's and her power is the same.
The violet of purple colour came.
Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.
In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;
From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;
The living heat which her eyebeams doth make
Warmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed
The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,
Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.
Whenever you are called to make up your mind
And you are hampered by not having any,
The best way to solve the dilemma you will find
Is simply by spinning the penny.
No, not that chance shall decide the affair
While you are passively standing there moping
But the moment the penny is up in the air,
You suddenly know what you are hoping!!!
When I look
Into your eyes
I feel so isolated
I feel lost in the skies
Our ongoing stare
Your soul I can see right through
Nothing else matters to me
But me and you
These feelings that I feel
I cannot yet explain
As if our interlocking eyes
Are like our bodies' veins
Transferring our feelings
To each other’s hearts
Love tainted toxins
All doing their part
Just in case
I begin to forget ...
You help me realize
I have nothing over which to fret
Every moment
That we share
I hope it’ll never end ...
This ongoing stare
I’ve never felt
This way before
You truly are special
You’ve opened up the door
You have no idea
How much you mean to me
I’m finally on the right path
You’ve set my soul free
All I wish for
Is that you’re feeling the same way
I can barely breathe when I’m with you
You take my breath away
I now begin to realize
Staring into your powerful eyes
That the incredible feelings I’m getting inside
Are real meaningful “Butterflies”
Weeping willow with your tears running down,
Why do you always weep and frown?
Is it because he left you one day?
Is it because he could not stay?
On your branches he would swing,
Do you long for the happiness that day would bring?
He found shelter in your shade,
You thought his laughter would never fade.
Weeping willow, stop your tears,
There is something to calm your fears.
You think death has ripped you forever apart,
But I know he'll always be in your heart.
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd 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.
Good one!
I dialed your number on my phone,
And heard the ringing start.
And then a voice, so soft and sweet,
It opened up my heart.
You spoke in tones that seemed to float,
On air, like feathers fly.
My mind was spinning 'round n 'round,
I felt like I would die.
I didn't know just what to say,
I knew one thing was true.
I had to make you speak again,
Before our call was through.
The call is done, your voice still sings,
My soul has been set free.
For in my mind, you're here to stay,
If just in my memory.
I hope you understand, my love,
How dreams can still come true.
For every night, I hope and pray,
That you will love me, too.
Sleep and dream of me, my love,
Let your imagination soar.
Then tell me what you dreamt about,
So I can dream some more.
Standing in the middle of the road, don't make such a fuss,
Get to a safer side, before comes the blueline bus!
Police can book errant drivers, vehicles can be impound,
Yet, the charm of big money, has their conscience bound!
Even a hundred deaths, could not shake the minister,
For the one who died, was not his brother or sister!
Hence, killers are back on road, till today 82 out of 87,
Only advice for all of us, look for a safe haven!
- Sandy
- Sandy
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I just read this poem from one my very good friend: I miss you, MOM! and this is what popped out of my head instantly. Mom, I miss you a lot... please come back soon. I am feeling hungry :)
I can't say why,
The poem made me cry,
It touched my soul,
Reminded me of her role,
Its not the air i breathe,
Inside me her love seethes,
I am what I am,
For behind me stands, my MOM!
- Sandy
You're now entering the place,
where you sit or stand alone,
and loneliness you embrace.
The pain in your heart approaches,
your mouth gets dry,
all you feel like doing,
is sitting down to cry.
it feels like emptiness for miles,
here there are no smiles,
all you have is yourself,
and your broken heart.
The loneliness grows,
and that horrible feeling starts,
you hear nothing only groans.
The only people you see,
don't even care about you,
they only live to survive.
Every time they talk,
everything takes a dive.
So you just stand there,
wishing that someone cared,
but all they do,
is laugh and stare.
Cold people see you from a distance,
they don't want to be near you,
they don't even want to hear you.
Their insensitivity,
is uncalled for and unfair,
they leave you alone and in despair.
All you do is sit there alone,
you wish they would approach you,
but oh well.
You need a good friend,
and you feel that if you don't find one,
your sad world might soon end.
- By Anonymous
Instead of counting candles,
Or tallying the years,
Contemplate your blessings,
As your birthday nears.
Consider special people
Who love you, and who care,
And others who’ve enriched your life
Just by being there.
Think about the memories
Passing years can never mar,
Experiences great and small
That have made you who you are.
Another year is a happy gift,
So cut your cake, and say,
"Instead of counting birthdays,
I count blessings every day!"
- By Joanna Fuchs
Another good poem I got in my Google Reader Box :) Enjoy!
Today I wonder if what I did was right
To be within myself and let my heart fight
To lose someone so special like you
And never to let out even a slight clue
I confess I was always crazy about you
I confess I couldn't stop falling in love with you
You filled my empty feeling within
For you were with me through thick and thin
Every time I spoke to you
The more I fell in love with you
I had no choice but to let it go
For I could bear an empty heart, but not lose a smile that made the dark glow
I saw my dream breaking, and yet I held back my tears
To fulfil your dreams which you always whispered close to my ears
I was in pain and yet I pretended to be strong
As I always wished for you to be right and me to be wrong
I always felt this could not happen, you cannot be mine
In just a moment my world would change
But I will still pretend to be fine
I stayed quiet even when you said
I am going away,
My heart wanted you to stop
But my lips didn't have the strength to say
Holding back everything, I saw you go away
There is no-one who can take your place
For I have stitched my heart with your love's lace
Captured in it is the memoir of your face
For I would never find again this beauty and grace
Now it makes me wonder
Wonder if I had committed a blunder
Wonder if you ever felt the same
Wonder if your heart skipped a beat
Every time I mentioned your name
I should have expressed the way I felt
Whatever the consequence I would have dealt
But now you are gone, gone forever
I long to see you
A hope that may be next to never.
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This poem was written by the late eduactor-humorist Sam Levinson for his grandchild and read by Audrey Hepburn on Christmas Eve, 1992.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
the passion she shows,
the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows.
Some day in the month of August, a sweet little girl child was born
She was blessed with looks so gorgeous, seemed as if the sun smiled before the dawn
When for the first time, she opened her eyes
Every one was assured, She was an angel in disguise
With lady luck by her bed-side, and a pretty smile on her face
She took the world in her stride, greeted the entire race
Couldn’t ever hurt a soul, had an enticing heart
With looks so majestic, her beauty was an art
She had the power to calm the mind, ease the heart in pain
As August dampens the scorching heat, pours the comforting rain
She could not see anyone in distress, was another white pigeon
One day was deceived by dearest, treasured it in her heart hidden
With tries innumerable, could not forget her past
Wept all alone, as if nothing else would ever last
Asked the divine in solitary, why it was she chosen
Could not understand the mystery, waited for a reply from the numen
With no respite coming to her heart, got herself busy in things too light
Pretending that everything was now in charge, yet crying at the slightest fright
One fine day came an unknown, looked very familiar
Appeared to be friendly, but, enigmatic and subtle in nature
He told her exactly what she wanted to hear, just to throw out her inner fear
In an effort to bring out her original self, he forgot himself
She was now much more fearless, much more confident
But, even now she resisted the very sentiment
He tried to maintain his conduct, but, the mighty cupid had struck
Her face now resembled a dove, he had fallen in love
He tried withstanding the force invisible, endeavoring in vain
At last, started enjoying the pain, accepted that love cannot be bound in chains
One evening, he asked her to be his wife
For her to think, gave the time of his life
She remains merry, was his only desire
Promised himself, never will let die his inner fire
The time seemed to stood still, it didn’t fly
Wandering in this pause, he kept waiting for her reply
Rambling in an impulse, he didn’t keep his own words
The action bore its result his dream was shattered
He will have to forget her, she told him, that it just can’t be
Comfort would come let time be
He mustered up his courage, he didn’t had the strength
For he loved the queen, she didn’t then
In long nights, gazed the empyrean, looking into the moon
Craved to god above, at least she gets her love soon
He found solace in never ending tears, begged god to answer his only prayers
For he didn’t knew, how long would he continue
Her memoirs were enough for him to live, her void to die
All alone in this freezing cold, he had to make a choice
He couldn’t live, how could he stop loving her
He couldn’t die, for it would dishonor her
Wasn’t able to walk the path, was losing his direction
Somehow had to do it, for her words were his religion
Started feeling guilty and helpless, thought of things worthless
Blaming herself for his cause, asked him to be Faust
Days passed, he sensed trouble coming her way
Nothing asked, he warned her keeping himself at stake
For the next few sleepless nights, she cried whole night
God answered her plight, everything got right
She felt special on that special evening, told that she depended on him
Friendship and love were words too small, not to describe the relationship was the best of all
She could have entered a wed-lock, but in between was a dead-lock
Had made a promise before, will marry the person her parents adore
What should he have done is the big question
I leave it to you to end this poem.
- Sandy
Getting drenched in the rain
Walking hands in hand
Relieves me of all my pain
Makes me a complete man
Winds playing with her hair
Rain droplets kissing her face
Induces a sparkle in her eyes
Enhances her charm and grace
I wonder when would we be together
The long-awaited first chance
Her voice would be the music
Green grass, the floor to dance
- Sandy
When a child is born
In this world full of thorns
His incarnation is celebrated
His parents congratulated
But, no one thinks of the agony of the child
Who has no power to speak and smile
Timid in the proximity of unheard
Alone in this world so less observed
He starts instilling in himself
A power to endure the very self
The father infuses mettle
The mother, in him, principle
She teaches him to judge the right
He, to go and fight
To respect and accept life as it comes
In need, to take on the world one on one
The child starts coming to light
Inculcating the capacity to look into the bright
He grows up to be a boy
Leaving his nature of being coy
Breaking every barrier and command
Defying every rule and demand
Starts to experiment with whatever he can find
To solve the quest in his mind
The pledge is not to win or lose
But to keep chasing the wild goose
The journey in the unexplored continues
Until he reaches the life’s blues
For what happened was never thought
For what was thought never ought
The time has arrived
To realize his might
To ponder and to change
As infinity is not the range
He questions the mortal essence
The purpose of his very existence
Unable to quench his thirst for satisfaction
Rambles in the dark forests with desperation
He finds himself trapped in a black hole
Trying to reach for his lost soul
For the first time in his journey
He feels so weak and lonely
He is not afraid to die
But, because he finds no reason to bid good bye
He approaches for friends
Who can help him defend
Against the feelings so dumb
He finds himself so numb
He cries in vain
To ease the pain
Pleading for a helping hand
Yelling in the secluded land
There is no one to lend an ear
To his never ending prayer
Even god does not favor
He keeps losing strength and vigor
Suddenly, an angel enters his life
Which makes him realize
What happened was another long chase
Thick fog enveloping a tricky maze
This was another startling revelation
His life gets a new definition
His resentment has gone
For now, a man is born!
- Sandy