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| dimps |
 Apr 7 2006, 10:53 AM
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 My pride is like a castle in the sand (by Nicholas Gordon) My pride is like a castle in the sand Washed away by hope and need and pain. You left me holding someone else's hand, And now you stand alone in midnight rain. I want you back again if you want me; I'm ready to rebuild what we have lost, As the owner of a dream swept out to sea Builds back upon the beach despite the cost. My love for you is stronger than the waves, Stronger than the doubts that we may share; If you will say the word that my heart craves, I'll find some flowered field and take you there. And Time will sweep this interlude away; It will barely be a memory someday. Do not love me yet Do not love me yet, for I Am still a slender moon, A scimitar about the heart Too sharp to touch too soon. Before I'm touched I need to grow More full in golden light; I need to smile upon my earth And rule some patch of night. I need to know what roads and fields Lie in my domain And dull my brand new ecstasies With sophomoric pain. I need the love of some blank boy As cold and dark as me, That we might grope in ignorance And fear of what might be. And then when I'm a silver bowl And know what I can hold, Then, then, perhaps, we could try love If you are not too old. There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart: ...........by Charlotte Bronte |
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| dimps |
Apr 7 2006, 10:56 AM
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 To all my dear friends.. I love you as my closest, dearest friend (by Nicholas Gordon) I love you as my closest, dearest friend. Boys and girls can be just closest friends. There is no passion greater than the one That touches not the body but the heart. You mean much more to me than someone who I date and undate, want and then don't want. They're the waves, and you are like a shore Where I can sit and watch them kiss the sand. I'm sorry I can't be with you today, When you should rule by virtue of your birth. Please accept this tribute of mere words, Poor substitute for all I am and have. There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart: ...........by Charlotte Bronte |
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| shivani |
Apr 7 2006, 01:13 PM
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#408
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Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging I may remember him! -ED Life What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. Our graves that hide us from the setting sun Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, Only we die in earnest, that's no jest. Sir Walter Raleigh Tears Idle Tears Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more! - alfred lord tennyson O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more--Oh, never more!. Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight; Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more--Oh, never more! Persy Shelly The dull, faint patter in the drooping hours Drifts in upon my sleep and fills my hair With damp; the burden of the heavy air Is strewn upon me where my tired soul cowers, Shrinking like some lone queen in empty towers Dying. Blind with unrest I grow aware: The pounding of broad wings drifts down the stair And sates me like the heavy scent of flowers. I lie upon my heart. My eyes like hands Grip at the soggy pillow. Now the dawn Tears from her wetted breast the splattered blouse Of night; lead-eyed and moist she straggles o'er the lawn, Between the curtains brooding stares and stands Like some drenched swimmer -- Death's within the house! -unknown and loved a lot |
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| dimps |
Apr 8 2006, 11:08 AM
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#409
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a couple of verses of Walter de la Mare A Song of Enchantment A song of Enchantment I sang me there, In a green-green wood, by waters fair, Just as the words came up to me I sang it under the wild wood tree. Widdershins turned I, singing it low, Watching the wild birds come and go; No cloud in the deep dark blue to be seen Under the thick-thatched branches green. Twilight came: silence came: The planet of Evening's silver flame; By darkening paths I wandered through Thickets trembling with drops of dew. But the music is lost and the words are gone Of the song I sang as I sat alone, Ages and ages have fallen on me - On the wood and the pool and the elder tree. Alone The abode of the nightingale is bare, Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air, The fox howls from his frozen lair: Alas, my loved one is gone, I am alone: It is winter. Once the pink cast a winy smell, The wild bee hung in the hyacinth bell, Light in effulgence of beauty fell: I am alone: It is winter. My candle a silent fire doth shed, Starry Orion hunts o'erhead; Come moth, come shadow, the world is dead: Alas, my loved one is gone, I am alone; It is winter. There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart: ...........by Charlotte Bronte |
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| dimps |
Apr 10 2006, 11:26 AM
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 Rarely, rarely, comest thou (by Percy Bysshe Shelley) Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a weary night and day' Tis since thou are fled away. How shall ever one like me Win thee back again? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain. Spirit false! thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not. As a lizard with the shade Of a trembling leaf, Thou with sorrow art dismay'd; Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, And reproach thou wilt not hear. Let me set my mournful ditty To a merry measure; Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure; Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. I love all that thou lovest, Spirit of Delight! The fresh Earth in new leaves dress'd, And the starry night; Autumn evening, and the morn When the golden mists are born. I love snow, and all the forms of the radiant frost; I love waves, and winds, and storms, Everything almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery. I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The things I seek, not love them less. I love Love--though he has wings, And like light can flee, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee-- Thou art love and life! Oh come, Make once more my heart thy home. There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart: ...........by Charlotte Bronte |
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| Nimii |
Apr 10 2006, 12:50 PM
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#411
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 Dimpz!!!!!!!!!!!!!  |
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| shivani |
Apr 10 2006, 03:23 PM
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Oh, sweet sorrow,
the time you borrow, will you be here when I wake up tomorrow? -Katherine Wolf |
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| Nimii |
Apr 10 2006, 03:37 PM
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#413
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My favourite poem..
 Leisure by W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. |
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| dimps |
Apr 10 2006, 04:24 PM
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#414
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QUOTE(Nimii @ Apr 10 2006, 12:50 PM)  Dimpz!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kya Hua Nimz??? Post No. 361 keliye hai ka...? And you just now quoted my favourite poem - NO TIME TO STAND AND STARE .. for this.... to you There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart: ...........by Charlotte Bronte |
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| Nimii |
Apr 10 2006, 04:33 PM
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#415
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Na Dimps.. tera naam dekh ke pyaar aaya
Is that so  really!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Great   |
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| Priya |
Apr 10 2006, 04:44 PM
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#416
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Tum donon ne isko love forum bana diya hai!!!!!
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| Nimii |
Apr 10 2006, 04:47 PM
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Ye lo Priyz.. aakhir pyar se ya bina pyar se poems paida hote haina
 So root cause for poems is LOVE N |
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| shivani |
Apr 11 2006, 04:19 PM
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#418
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very very sweet song : )
Somethin' Stupid (Frank & Nancy Sinatra) I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me. And if we go some place to dance I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me. Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two. And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you" I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies you heard the night before. And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true and never felt so right before. I practice every day to find some clever lines to say to make the meaning come true, But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late and I'm alone with you. The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red and oh the night so blue. And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you" The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red and oh the night so blue. And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you" "I love you" "I love you" "I love you" |
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| catch22 |
Apr 11 2006, 05:31 PM
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QUOTE(shivani @ Apr 11 2006, 04:19 PM) very very sweet song : ) Somethin' Stupid (Frank & Nancy Sinatra) I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me. And if we go some place to dance I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me. Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two. And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you" I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies you heard the night before. And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true and never felt so right before. I practice every day to find some clever lines to say to make the meaning come true, But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late and I'm alone with you. The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red and oh the night so blue. And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you" The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red and oh the night so blue. And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you" "I love you" "I love you" "I love you" It may be titled 'Something Stupid', but it is a piece that is something lovely, a beauty. Where in the world, do you manage to get such lovely ones? "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
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| shivani |
Apr 11 2006, 05:37 PM
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#420
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you havent heard the song?
shame on you  |
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