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It was another beautiful day went by
Forget all bad times that made you cry
Instead keep in heart all good memories
Be thankful for all troubles that you faced
Ma. Cristina Colima
My verses are all about you
Every word they have is nothing but true.
I don't know when and how
Your dreams planted themselves in my sleeps
C K Rawat
Way To Go
She was born in the hills
dotted with villages quiet and small.
Her village was breathtakingly beautiful
With a scenic landscape,
C K Rawat
Lo, a pallid fleecy vapour
Far along the East is spread;
Every star has quench'd its taper,
Lately glimmering over head.
Quite A Habit....
Here comes the morning;
Blue sky, lush grass, dew drops
Yet thee not beholding my eyes;
Here comes the noon;
Lady that in the prime of earliest youth,
Wisely hath shun'd the broad way and the green,
Last night I fell asleep watching the moon from my bedroom window
I imagined that you were watching it too
And for that moment
(16th January 1949)
I thank whatever gods may be
For all the happiness that's mine;
Seasons Of Life
Gazing at the breezy night
Empty or lack of immense sunlight
And the onset of Winters shined
Though reflecting warmth of mankind
The room is full of you!-As I came in
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!-
Edna St. Vincent Millay
WHEN night drifts along the streets of the city,
And sifts down between the uneven roofs,
My mind begins to peek and peer.
It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens,
She sought to breathe one word, but vainly;
Too many listeners were nigh;
And yet my timid glance read plainly
The language of her speaking eye.
Rain On Me
Dry as a dessert i am
Would you rain on me once again
I chased you down the dark corridor
I couldn't find you
Last Night I Cried!
Last night l cried!
Again I have lied not once, not twice, but more than the eyes on the dice.
Has I sit back and analyzed why do I lied.
I see thine image through my tears to-night,
And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How
Refer the cause ?--Beloved, is it thou
Or I, who makes me sad ? The acolyte
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
D. H. Lawrence
You lived for a short while and then you left me alone
I was not prepared for your demise
It came with its shock
And it still shocks
I hope to dust off sleep from my mind,
and think of you instead.
"If I raised my glass of liver toxins ,
A Servant To Servants
I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
I promised myself to get down some day
And see the way you lived, but I don't know!
A Winter Night
When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phœbus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,
Far south the lift,
A state of selflessness
The home of true love
Where compassion lives
The soul that lives for others
Same night you met me in the park
We laughed, told stories not nightmares
Brought you next to my heart
You know my sweater still smells like you
Life like lies
impeaches man of little lies
why isn't she perfect that man should lie.
go tell life I have a light to lite
Sitting alone that night
Trying hide her fright
Pulling her sleeves
thinking if the demons ever leave
I'm glad these feelings inside stayed
For me to look back at those days.
When we didn't think of times being late,
When the heart shaped stars were our place.
Behind him lay the gray Azores,
Behind the Gates of Hercules;
Before him not the ghost of shores,
Before him only shoreless seas.
The Searching Soul.
Slowly slowly my heart is drifting away
I don’t seem to understand anything anymore
Since you left to unknown
Your voice is all I want to hear
Where and what is silence ?
In the stillness of nature,
In the dark night with the glowing moon,
In the cold grave,
When everything's dead
and you're the only survivor.
When everything's gone
with no hope to go on.
Art thou abroad on this stormy night
on thy journey of love, my friend?
The sky groans like one in despair.
Why We Fight
This is the thing we fight:
A cry of terror in the night;
A ship on work of mercy bentâ??
A carrier of the sick and maimedâ??
Edgar Albert Guest
My new-cut ashlar takes the light
Where crimson-blank the windows flare;
By my own work, before the night,
Great Overseer, I make my prayer.