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I Saw Him
I saw him leaning on a tree
Wine shirt blue jean
Perfectly shaped hair perky lips
He smelled like Prince charming in my fairy tale
I was alone with a chair on a plain
Which lost itself in an empty horizon.
The plain was flawlessly paved.
Last night I fell asleep watching the moon from my bedroom window
I imagined that you were watching it too
And for that moment
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me-I am so tired, so tired
Of passing pleasant places! All my life,
Edna St. Vincent Millay
(16th January 1949)
I thank whatever gods may be
For all the happiness that's mine;
If the sun sets for me at dawn
So that the white in me turns black
Before I shed off a single milk teeth
If I vacate that soothsome seat
In This Land
What can be said of this land
With my people threading on it
It has become a wailing land
Life is born and given away
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
My Super Man
In the dreams I dream
Only you visible in thee
My perfect human
With a pale skin you were handsomely made
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.
Life is a mystery,
There is no clue of its exact history.
Theory once postulated by Darwin,
May go change by some Hardin.
Dr. Nitesh A
three simple words
and it changed the oceans tides,
the strength of the wind.
the color of the leaves,
My heart is yours
I know for sure
But not so sure
your heart is mine.
C K Rawat
Where Do I Go
We are seated together
Thinking on our togetherness
Laughing out the past
Where will I go
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!
It keeps me busy in my bookish cage
Gliding and sliding on the open page
It rest so quiet but not dumb
Sitting alone that night
Trying hide her fright
Pulling her sleeves
thinking if the demons ever leave
To The Brightest Star
It was only a while ago,
You opened the door to my world.
As time passed our hearts did grow,
Beautiful tales were told.
Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight,
By a sure voice that can most sweetly tell,
How far off yet a glimpse of morning light,
And if to lure the truant back be well,
Minds are deluded but
Not from beginning
Ignorance makes it, however
Essences of mind is crystal pure.
Walking miles and miles,
In search of lost smiles.
I wonder where it's gone,
Or someone has stolen it leaving me alone.
Behind him lay the gray Azores,
Behind the Gates of Hercules;
Before him not the ghost of shores,
Before him only shoreless seas.
Let me tell you the secret hidden
How to get closer to Leila, your beloved.
Where and what is silence ?
In the stillness of nature,
In the dark night with the glowing moon,
In the cold grave,
Down The Lanes Of August
DOWN the lanes of Augustâ??and the bees upon the wing,
All the world's in color now, and all the song birds sing;
Never reds will redder be, more golden be the gold,
Down the lanes of August, and the summer getting old.
Edgar Albert Guest