Victor!

This is for the people who have to follow the masses and cannot do what they want,

Victories passes by, defeats squander time.
statistics of try, throws one more dime.
Silence of life , asunder of dreams.
laughter despise, baffle the screams.
Follow the stars, do it alone.
what others did, considered axiom.
Interests are burried, under the fossil
stop all thinking, follow the codicil.
Depression of failure, a matter of disguise
defeats to remember, victories are volatile.
Greatness of Einstein, lies inthe interests
the saga of failures, he didnt trust
The other wrote, he became shakespeare
successfu he was, his creations didnt fear.
All their life, they were in ruins
Untilsomeone discovered, their quality tunes.
Many couldnt rise, they had the talent
It was luck not the dumbness, that made them lament

- By Sunil Kumar

Friendship!

We had a friendship pure and true,
A friendship time could never cease,
That in sad moments, could renew,
And bring to us release,
We had a friendship, you and I,
That was taken much for granted.
We thought that it would never die,
Much like the seed that we have planted.
And in such haste did we forget,
The love required to grow,
And at our feet it shall be set,
Drowning from feelings never shown.
Maybe we can save this seed before its time is through,
For I've never had a friendship, as the one I have with you.

- Melissa Kress

True Friendship!

Friendship is something that grows through the years
Withstanding feelings of anger, joy and tears

It is something you cannot live without
A friend you can turn to when in doubt

They should listen carefully and not speak a word
For you would do the same when they want to be heard

A person you can confide in, learn from and trust
This is a friend and everyone must

Be able to have someone just like this
Not a boyfriend to hug, cuddle and kiss

But a person so special, faithful and true
The only one I can think of is a person like you

Our friendship is strong, healthy and great
Through the years I see its wonderful fate

A fate of laughs, greatness and fun
We have only one life to live and this is the one

The past- full of memories that runs through my head
The bad ones never talked about or said

Every moment of life should glisten with fresh morning dew
This reminds me of the greatest friendship one ever knew!

- Anonymous

Persist!

Dreams don't always come true
and that I have to accept.
But you were so much better
than all the rest.

You always cared
and you always loved.
You were always there
when push came to shove.

I wanted so badly
to have you near.
But it's someone else
who you hold dear.

"Persist" you once told me
"Cause your dream might come true".
But when you gave me this advice
Did you know that my dream was you?

Sometimes I think you did
But then I'm not so sure.
It doesn't really matter anyway
Cause your advice I chose to ignore.

How could I persist
Once I knew the truth?
I couldn't even pretend to not know
Cause you'd given me the proof.

I dealt with it the best I could
And tried to hide my feelings from you.
But deep down inside of me
I am sure that you still knew.

So now I just sit and wait
And check the mail each day.
I hope that you are home real soon
Cause it's been lonely with you away.

- Nicole Wickham

Trust Distrust

Lesson is learnt in the poem
there are very few things that rhyme
others are just felt to be rhyming
the one those are felt on beats
may be on the lower heeds
referring to something else
that is nothing but weeds

Some people in your life
comes as they might be
the right person, the right friend
the one you can trust
at least you think
that you can speak
when you feel dejected
when you are hurt
when you have no one
so that the extra burden
on your heart eases out

Those some you search for
those some which you look for
those some whose company
makes you happy make you change
your state of mind
those some who change
your behavior, your outlook
You recognize them truly
when it happens to you
when it comes to you in life
when you reach out
and want to hold them abreast
to cry and stay calm

But when you find most
people of them makes fun
not only in the lightest of times
but the time when you feel
the gravest of your needs
then you think about those
who hurt you in your life
don't even know us
or want to hurt us
but these are your friends
those you searched for
those you looked for

This is the time you trust
on them is now finished
you feel more dejected
by these great friends
than the one who hurt you
Some of them were not the same
they want to flow with the crowd
They did so cos they dont want
to stand away from the crowd
this makes them feel so proud
Now the trust will never arise
like a cat blessing a mice

Now you know there are very few
very very few who are yours
There is a lesson that is learnt
Never trust anyone , never ever
better say never expect good
even from your own
Lesson is also given by the poem
there are very few things that rhyme
others are just felt to be rhyming
The one those are felt on beats
may be on the lower heeds
referring to something else
that is nothing but weeds.

-By Sunil Kumar

Elegant Stranger!

I endure the empty lane, fighting my inner pain,
Your thoughts driving me insane, Is it drop of tear or rain?

Since that day in June, across my eyes swims your face,
Smitten by your mesmerizing grace, all night I search you in moon.

I am not me anymore, since ages it seems,
Heartbeats causing an uproar, in breath so lean.

With the first morning ray, remembering the almighty I pray,
An already lost game I play, taking a break at the end of day.

Running here, Running there, Running everywhere,
Always on time but few, to catch that one glance of you.

You have no clue, of the spell she casts on you,
Striking a bond at the first sight, with her eyes so true.

In this journey of life, lonely, I wander,
Desiring your company, as my Elegant Stranger!

- Sandy

One Art!

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

- By Elizabeth Bishop

I Shall Be Glad

If I can put new hope within the heart
Of one who has lost hope,
If I can help a brother up
Some difficult long slope

That seems too steep for tired feet to go,
If I can help him climb
Into the light upon the hill's far crest,
I shall begrudge no time

Or strength that I spend, for well I know
How great may be his need.
If I can help through any darkened hour,
I shall be glad indeed.

For I recall how often I have been
Distressed, distraught, dismayed,
And hands have reached to help, and voices called
That kept me unafraid.
If I can share this help that I have had,
God knows I shall be glad.

- By Grace Noll Crowell

Rose!

A wonderful poem from my dear friend, Pooja. The way she has described the beauty and power of a rose, is reminiscent of her own personality. You may read the whole poem on her blog here. A few lines,

Roses sparkle in beauty n pain, so does the enduring soul,
Roses are blind to human faults, much like our forgiving soul,
Roses stay for a lifetime, akin to the memories of our soul,
Roses gleam pure with red, like the blood stream in our soul,
Roses bring solace to all, crystal pure for every reverberating soul..

Under the Balcony!

O beautiful star with the crimson mouth!
O moon with the brows of gold!
Rise up, rise up, from the odorous south!
And light for my love her way,
Lest her little feet should stray
On the windy hill and the wold!
O beautiful star with the crimson mouth!
O moon with the brows of gold!

O ship that shakes on the desolate sea!
O ship with the wet, white sail!
Put in, put in, to the port to me!
For my love and I would go
To the land where the daffodils blow
In the heart of a violet dale!
O ship that shakes on the desolate sea!
O ship with the wet, white sail!

O rapturous bird with the low, sweet note!
O bird that sits on the spray!
Sing on, sing on, from your soft brown throat!
And my love in her little bed
Will listen, and lift her head
From the pillow, and come my way!
O rapturous bird with the low, sweet note!
O bird that sits on the spray!

O blossom that hangs in the tremulous air!
O blossom with lips of snow!
Come down, come down, for my love to wear!
You will die on her head in a crown,
You will die in a fold of her gown,
To her little light heart you will go!
O blossom that hangs in the tremulous air!
O blossom with lips of snow!

- By Oscar Wilde