"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency.

Emily Dickinson

lovely

Welcome back Shivani,
not to be seen for a week.
Your Avatar gets a tweak,
And Mickey is put to sleep.


Bertrand Russell:

Three passions have governed my life:
The longings for love, the search for knowledge,
And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].

Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.
In the union of love I have seen
In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision
Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge.
I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].
I have wished to know why the stars shine.

Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,
But always pity brought me back to earth;
Cries of pain reverberated in my heart
Of children in famine, of victims tortured
And of old people left helpless.
I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,
And I too suffer.

This has been my life; I found it worth living.

Good one, Catch!

Truer words were never spoken
Ah, but true words leave hearts broken!
Truth is only for the wise
Lovers ought to stick to lies

Unknown

DYING.

The sun kept setting, setting still;
No hue of afternoon
Upon the village I perceived, --
From house to house 't was noon.

The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my forehead stopped,
And wandered in my face.

My feet kept drowsing, drowsing still,
My fingers were awake;
Yet why so little sound myself
Unto my seeming make?

How well I knew the light before!
I could not see it now.
'T is dying, I am doing; but
I'm not afraid to know.

- Emily Dickinson



I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
- Emily Dickinson





Tell All The Truth


Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth's superb surprise;

As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.

Emily Dickinson

Nice collection, Sh ( hope it is ok if I address you this way)

Hold You In My Smile

Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
I wish to cradle this feeling,
that has only just been found,
A feeling that has unexpectedly
turned my world around.
Do not depart, Oh please remain
within my heart awhile,
So that I can savour you once more,
and hold you in my smile.

Ernestine Northover

Death Sets A Thing Of Significant

The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With "This was last her fingers did,"
Industrious until

The thimble weighed too heavy,
The stitches stopped themselves,
And then 't was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.

A book I have, a friend gave,
Whose pencil, here and there,
Had notched the place that pleased him,--
At rest his fingers are.

Now, when I read, I read not,
For interrupting tears
Obliterate the etchings
Too costly for repairs.
-Emily D



A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
That makes no show for dawn
By strech of limb or stir of lid, --
An independent one.

Was ever idleness like this?
Within a hut of stone
To bask the centuries away
Nor once look up for noon?
- Emily D


I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.

The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable, and then
There interposed a fly,

With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.

-Emily D

love this one....
I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.

And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And being, but an ear,
And I and Silence some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here.
-Emily D



Thx. Emily D is good.. and anything is fine.

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth


The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

To make One's Toilette—after Death

To make One's Toilette—after Death
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still—

That's easier—than Braid the Hair—
And make the Bodice gay—
When eyes that fondled it are wrenched
By Decalogues—away—

Emily Dickinson

( I think am obsessed about ED's work )

She was a great poet. Seems you are obsessed, but it is quite understandable. Sometimes we do tend to have a fixation. Could I ask you why? Any parallels?

But you do sign off with a Frost verse.

"Between Us Now"

Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.

So thoroughly and long
Have you now known me,
So real in faith and strong
Have I now shown me,
That nothing needs disguise
Further in any wise,
Or asks or justifies
A guarded tongue.

Face unto face, then, say,
Eyes mine own meeting,
Is your heart far away,
Or with mine beating?
When false things are brought low,
And swift things have grown slow,
Feigning like froth shall go,
Faith be for aye.

Thomas Hardy

"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet." Plato

Great work Catch and Shiv..
I am a rare visitor as perhaps Mandrake (Suhas) knows
I love POETRY ..

I too LOVE ED poems...what a way to share them here

One of my fav...

In Vain.

I CANNOT live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf

The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup

Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sevres pleases,
Old ones crack.

I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other's gaze down, --
You could not.

And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's privilege?

Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.

They'd judge us -- how?
For you served Heaven, you know,
Or sought to;
I could not,

Because you saturated sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.

And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the heavenly fame.

And were you saved,
And I condemned to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.

So we must keep apart,
You there, I here,
With just the door ajar
That oceans are,
And prayer,
And that pale sustenance,
Despair!




(May be only some one who has Loved and lost would understand this better...)

One more



Heart, we will forget him!

Heart, we will forget him!
You an I, tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging.
I may remember him!

Before I got my eye put out

Before I got my eye put out
I liked as well to see --
As other Creatures, that have Eyes
And know no other way --

But were it told to me -- Today --
That I might have the sky
For mine -- I tell you that my Heart
Would split, for size of me --

The Meadows -- mine --
The Mountains -- mine --
All Forests -- Stintless Stars --
As much of Noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes --

The Motions of the Dipping Birds --
The Morning's Amber Road --
For mine -- to look at when I liked --
The News would strike me dead --

So safer -- guess -- with just my soul
Upon the Window pane --
Where other Creatures put their eyes --
Incautious -- of the Sun --

Welcome Dimps,
Nice poems. For most of us, the love of poetry is embedded somewhere within the depths of our thoughts. When we give essence to our thoughts, they become words. One of the hardest things in life is having words in our hearts that one can't utter. At the least, we can reflect & recycle what the great poets have left behind for us.
Catch

Though I could say that i fully understand the physical trauma & mental stress that you are undergoing, in fact nobody can. I can't say a prayer for you, being what I am. But from one human being to another, I wish you good health & sincerely hope & wish that you recover the full power of your vision. This is from the bottom of my heart. I can only say 'Your mind is your source of imagination . . .The eyes envy the mind."

I do not wish to die -
There is such contingent beauty in life:
The open window on summer mornings
Looking out on gardens and green things growing,
The shadowy cups of rose flowering to themselves-
Images of time and eternity-
Silence in the garden and felt along the walls.
The room is suddenly filled with sun,
Like a sacrament one can never be
Sufficiently thankful for. Door ajar,
The eye reaches across from one
Open window to another, eye to eye,
And then the healing spaces of the sky ......
- Alfred Leslie Rowse, 1903-

Lalitha : ) pleasure to see you here, or for that matter anywhere. Hope to see more of you around.
It indeed is a lovely poem. Reminds me of one I read long ago. Don't remember the poet's name.. but it kind of stuck with me.

Don't look at me with so much love
Don't hold me back with those eyes
I have to leave now before it is too late
Love you.. offcourse I do
that is why I have to leave now
before you know how much.

-Unknown


That is a lovely thought : ).

The Dance
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don't jump up and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!" Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiralling down into the ache within the ache. And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, everyday.

Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart. Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are, And see who I am in the stories I am living. And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don't tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day. Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly OK with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring. Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart. And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are. When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul's desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children's children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don't say, "Yes!" Just take my hand and dance with me.

Wow, that's a fantastic piece. Never come across an invitation so inviting.
Could I have the pleasure of this dance?

The Invitation
Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
be careful
be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.

Dance in the shadows

Dance in the shadows my love
Dance till the sun lurks behind the night
Dance in the shadows my love
I know the mourning of the dove
Sounds in your ears
The time is near
Never never waver
Just hold on to me
Dance with me
Never never leave
Hold on if you let go the world shall wane
And I shall bleed my crying pain
Dance in the shadows my love
Don't greet the morning
It only brings the end
It's light shall only affront
It is the whisper of sorrow
Dance my love forever in the shadow
Never stopping ever wallow.
Please just dance in the shadows my love
Dance in the shadows my love

Lylyanna Pilewski

Thanks Catch and Shiv for sharing

From my side -
one of E B B 's verses..

Change Upon Change


Five months ago the stream did flow,
The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
And we were lingering to and fro,
Where none will track thee in this snow,
Along the stream, beside the hedge.
Ah, Sweet, be free to love and go!
For if I do not hear thy foot,
The frozen river is as mute,
The flowers have dried down to the root:
And why, since these be changed since May,
Shouldst thou change less than they.


And slow, slow as the winter snow
The tears have drifted to mine eyes;
And my poor cheeks, five months ago
Set blushing at thy praises so,
Put paleness on for a disguise.
Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go!
For if my face is turned too pale,
It was thine oath that first did fail, --
It was thy love proved false and frail, --
And why, since these be changed enow,
Should I change less than thou.

Arey Unknown, uska dil khush ho jaata aur tu kanjoosi dikhata hai. I hate this particular thought. Love is one good thing U can never have too much of.

Sometimes you have to let go
of all the love and desire and wishes
and all the dreams woven together
you have to let go

Sometimes you have to go away
and never look back, not even a glance
not because you did not care, but too much
you have to go away

Sometimes you have to hurt
and break the heart you cherish most
and walk carelessly all over him
just have to hurt

Sometimes love must die
and you have to kill it yourself
and still keep living without complains
but it must die.


MY love it should be silent, being deep —
And being very peaceful should be still —
Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep —
Serenely silent as some mighty hill.

Yet is my love so great it needs must fill
With very joy the inmost heart of me,
The joy of dancing branches on the hill
The joy of leaping waves upon the sea.

-Uknown


Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
-Emily D

These.. are lovely Lalitha : ).



: ).



What If I tell that
my hips dont sway
in tune with the rhythm
would you go away

Or that I dont know
my left foot from right
and I falter a lot
would you still be in sight

My nerves get jitters
on mere mention of beat
and I hide behind the crowd:
would you stay or fleet

But I wish to dance tonight
and not care who sees
even when I cannot..
would you dance with me

ZZZZ!!!! No wonder Ur Unknowns remained unknown. Horrid creatures!!!!

Have I posted this before in some other thread? I must have. I am so fond of it.

By WB Yeats.

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloth
Enwrought with golden and silver light
The blue and the dim and the dark cloth
Of night and light and the half light
I would spread that cloth under your feet
But I being poor have only my dreams
I've spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly for you tread on my dreams.

This is love for me. Not all that hoarding and walking away.
It expresses the depth and vulnerability of love. Better to drown in love than keep someone parched and thirsting.

In one of my own melodramatic poems I speak of love as a sea reaching out with the waves and the lover splashing his feet and playing and being afraid to reach out and drown and the sea turning into desert waste.

Uniformed brutality

Love is an instinct, noble and sublime

In the eyes of many, it is a fad

Some think, love is sheer madness

They call all lovers majnu or mad.

Ours is a pseudo-modern country

Can we deny this patent fact?

Here even slightest display of love

Is regarded as an obscene act!

Meerut police raided a public garden

To put a few majnus on the mat

They thrashed every boy and every girl

Who went there to sit and chat!

The town where war of Independence began

That liberated us from foreign yoke

In that very town, the brutal cops

Throttled the liberty of innocent folk.

(Courtesy: G.C. Bhandari, Meerut)

..these always have been my favourite lines Priya.. did not know where or when or how long ago I read them.. about 20 years maybe..
Thanks for posting again : ).



If you do not agree with someone's expression, must you whine and fret and make them feel that yours is the only fair expression?
Isn't that tthe mistake we make in love..
Start thinking in "we" by embracing someone else's idea... and you will see that it is possible as well. Life is not only white or black or grey.. there are whole lot of other shades as well.

And please post your melodramatic poem : ). Would love to read it.

Longing

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth;
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say: My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

(by Matthew Arnold)


One more...

Edgar Allen Poe

A Dream within a Dream

Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, to deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Shiv
..
yet another from ED


You left me, sweet, two legacies,—
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.

U read this when U were 9!!!!!!!




I guess I should keep my mouth shut from now on. Everyone seems to get me wrong or think the opposite of what I am saying. Even friends get the wrong vibes from me. I am not asking others to change the way they view things.
I am not talking about the poet's expression or poetry out here. I am referring to hoarding love. Not in a relationship that cannot work for instance where U may have to bury Ur feelings but in ordinary daily life. U can cause a lot of pain by not letting another person know that U love them. If U do, why hide it?



Na. I write bad poetry. All emotion in the raw. And I was in college when I wrote it in all innocence and my friend who was more worldly wise read sexual innuendos in it. So let it be.

Never read this. Lovely.

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

I dont think so.. now that you point it out.. btu it certainly seems like a very long time . maybe 15 years then ..


No my love.. never do that.. If someone else is not able to understand you .. it is their problem.. not yours . i never meant that I am gettign wrong or negative vibes from you. We can certainly have different opinions on lot of matters, and let each other know of that.. can't we? Just because we disagree, we should stop talking?
Let me assure you.. Me for once.. have never taken offence to anything you say. It always has been a delight to learn about different viewpoints, debate over them, thrash them out well : ). And I think most of the people around would agree to me.
You are an intelligent person and pleasurable to talk to. Please do not shut up.



Umm.. Expression of love is good. But often circumstances lead us to situations, where one has to let go of all the love, and yet go on with life. It is not always in best interest of both parties involved to keep loving each other.
It is not about hiding.. but acknowledging that (this)love cannot be fullfilled.



..this too is my fav Lalitha.. I think I have posted it on the thread.. or maybe just have with me.

I think ya around 15 yrs for me too. Was in school. Many were debating if it was written to God or a lover!!!!



No, I mean people seem to think I am angry when I express something. Bec I tend to think fast and passionately and intensely. And people reading think I am angry. I must be going wrong somewhere.
I do not mind disagreeing. Most of my closest friends have viewpoints diametrically opposite to mine.



Ya, I mean in regular relationships. True if a relationship cannot work, no pint in expressing. I had a friend madly in love with a guy. He too adored her. But they were of different castes. Grrr Nair and Namboodiri. Is that such a big deal? Both are high castes in Kerala. The guy's sister had eloped and been cut off from the family. The girl's father was an autocrat. We all knew they were in love but they never expressed it and married the ones their folks selected. That is understandable. No point creating heartache. I meant in normal relationships. Like parents and kids not being able to tell each other they care. Or husband and wife not revealing their feelings often due to pride or whatever mixed feelings. That is sad. Bec a little love can make life so beautiful.

My poetry books were all put in a box up on a shelf which I cannot reach. So many to share and enjoy otherwise.

Waise to 20 years ago as well I was in school (and so were you )

And.. Ive always felt it's addressed to a lover. The other idea did not even cross my mind.

Hmm. Hasten slowly...


In other words you are asking for a talll knight to fetch those books for you..
sigh!
use a chair or borrow staircase from that padosi of yours na...
and we better chitter chatter in some other thread.. before catch thorws us outtaa here for spamming.




... how much time does it take before we can look back not feel sad and smile at everything??

Na re. Me did not do Plus 2. I did Pre Degree in college. The system no longer exists. I did Litt and History for Pre-degree.



Me too.



U offering Amitoj?

Chair nahin hai mere ghar mein. I mean no hardy one. Only wrought iron with cushion. Not tall enough. Ladder of landlady is for outside use and too big. Me could climb but there may be lizards there. Then I will scream and fall down and break my head na.



Depends on the intensity of the feelings and the kind of experience.
Catch, don't throw us out. From such thots spring poetry na.

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[quote]Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.[/quote]

... how much time does it take before we can look back not feel sad and smile at everything??
[/quote]

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It takes eternity (and more) to look back and not feel sad....

Love Unexpressed

The sweetest notes among the human heart-strings are dull with rust;
The sweetest chords, adjusted by the angels, are clogged with dust;
We pipe and pipe again our dreary music upon the self-same strains,
While sounds of crime, and fear, and desolation, come back in sad refrains.

On through the world we go, an army marching with listening ears,
Each longing, sighing, for the heavenly music he never hears;
Each longing, sighing, for a word of comfort, a word of tender praise,
A word of love, to cheer the endless journey of earth's hard, busy days.

They love us, and we know it; this suffices for reason's share.
Why should they pause to give that love expression with gentle care?
Why should they pause? But still our hearts are aching with all the gnawing pain
Of hungry love that longs to hear the music, and longs and longs in vain.

We love them, and they know it; if we falter, with fingers numb,
Among the unused strings of love's expression, the notes are dumb.
We shrink within ourselves in voiceless sorrow, leaving the words unsaid,
And, side by side with those we love the dearest, in silence on we tread.

Thus on we tread, and thus each heart in silence its fate fulfils,
Waiting and hoping for the heavenly music beyond the distant hills.
The only difference of the love in heaven from love on earth below Is:
Here we love and know not how to tell it, and there we all shall know.

by : Constance Fenimore Woolson

He bounced my dream

Like a rubber ball

Over rough and bumpy roads

I could not stop him

He held my heart

Like a butterfly in his palm

He played, I watched

The game went on and on

Over nettles, over stones

I was pushed, I was thrown

I gasped but could not stop

One day he stopped at a rubbish bin

In went the rubber ball

And crushed and torn along with it

A pair of butterfly wings.

This is Urs ZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U write well. U manage to rhyme and express Urself at the same time without appearing contrived!!!!!
And U control the feeling and flow. Really good.

Priyz ye tumne likha poem

Shivani is poet class-apart re!!!!!

Well, amazing na--I was reading all her poems. That one I quoted was in answer to banter but can hold its own as a poem without the HF context!!!
Imaginative gal, ZZZ.

Haan that stuff was mine.

Poetry ke bahane khullam khulla flirt kar rahe hain yeh dono!!!

Night

The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.

The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies,
When love is done.

Francis William Bourdillon



So often in the course
Of life's few fleeting years
A single pleasure costs
The soul a thousand tears

Francis William Bourdillon

yo! Catch is a gal.. and I dont flirt with gals

also.. I dont flirt bahane se.. but khullam khulla