The Magic, that your eyes behold,
A Thousand lovely tales, untold.
The sparkle in your eyes, Oh Love!
Is like the brightest, snow-white Dove.
The twinkle of a distant star,
An early, dewy, pearl-white flo'er.
Glow no more, to sight, Oh Dear.
There's nothing more Fresh or more Austere.
In your eyes I see, I feel, I live.
I see my world, less harsh, less stiff.
I feel our soul, as one, as a whole.
But I live your life, For that's my goal.
I love you, Love! and you won't have to wait,
'Cos I will be yours, Be it soon, Be it late.
I love you, Love! But don't you cry.
I Love You for the love in your eyes.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Whilst Thou Art Far
Whilst thou art far
from my lone painful heart.
Time doth dilate
in its lengthy wheeling cart.
The joys of a spring
elate me no more.
the flowers, the chirps,the wind, the grains,
the hint of thy face, all sour.
The days art not bright,
Darkest is the night.
Water quencheth my throat
Not the thirst of my sight.
Dreaded more my dreams art so whence
layeth a man in the shadow of thy hair.
Playeth with thy curls, the rose of thy lips.
My dreams art not true,
My dreams art not fair.
Whilst thou art near
my cheerful lively heart.
My clock ripeth away,
the entire of my past, my present apart.
The eerie winter dawn
concerneth me no more.
Thy lips-the petals, thy tresses-the feathers
thy eyes-the hearty ripples
on the river's lovely shore.
from my lone painful heart.
Time doth dilate
in its lengthy wheeling cart.
The joys of a spring
elate me no more.
the flowers, the chirps,the wind, the grains,
the hint of thy face, all sour.
The days art not bright,
Darkest is the night.
Water quencheth my throat
Not the thirst of my sight.
Dreaded more my dreams art so whence
layeth a man in the shadow of thy hair.
Playeth with thy curls, the rose of thy lips.
My dreams art not true,
My dreams art not fair.
Whilst thou art near
my cheerful lively heart.
My clock ripeth away,
the entire of my past, my present apart.
The eerie winter dawn
concerneth me no more.
Thy lips-the petals, thy tresses-the feathers
thy eyes-the hearty ripples
on the river's lovely shore.
The Bird's Own Sorry Fate
Many a times ,I wonder Why,
You-Humans wish to explore the sky,
A flight on wings does make you laugh,
A flight on wings does make us cry.
We birds are often metaphors for freedom,
Lest one knows the tensions behind.
Hundreds of them I can count in Random
The "Hundreds of those" which you may not find.
The problems facing which we are grown
from a place much above the land.
Is much more different from where
you have known,
Is much more different from the
soil or the sand.
The mighty wind does sweep us apart.
Like the waste you sweep with your broom.
It shatters our home,
It shatters our hearts,
It shatters our hopes,
with a single Ka-Boom.
The water form the monstrous sky
Waters our efforts into many a half.
A flight in the sky does make me cry.
Though a flight in sky does make you laugh.
The idea that "We are free", is truly absurd,
We are like the bounds of the sky so bound.
Every now and then,
our hopes being shattered,
Life is far better
down on the land.
Every now and then our hopes being shattered,
Life is far better down on the land.
You often wish
that "You were a bird"
and I often wish
that "I was a man".
You-Humans wish to explore the sky,
A flight on wings does make you laugh,
A flight on wings does make us cry.
We birds are often metaphors for freedom,
Lest one knows the tensions behind.
Hundreds of them I can count in Random
The "Hundreds of those" which you may not find.
The problems facing which we are grown
from a place much above the land.
Is much more different from where
you have known,
Is much more different from the
soil or the sand.
The mighty wind does sweep us apart.
Like the waste you sweep with your broom.
It shatters our home,
It shatters our hearts,
It shatters our hopes,
with a single Ka-Boom.
The water form the monstrous sky
Waters our efforts into many a half.
A flight in the sky does make me cry.
Though a flight in sky does make you laugh.
The idea that "We are free", is truly absurd,
We are like the bounds of the sky so bound.
Every now and then,
our hopes being shattered,
Life is far better
down on the land.
Every now and then our hopes being shattered,
Life is far better down on the land.
You often wish
that "You were a bird"
and I often wish
that "I was a man".
The Quarrel with Shame
The Torture, The Torment, I can not tell,
that took out my spirits,from deep inside me.
The Tantrum of Tragedy,the sour taste of hell,
destined as my fate,forever to be.
I tried hard to forget,I tried hard to smile,
To wash from my mind,the memories so grey.
But the shattering of strength,of my heart so fragile
That state of no hope,the pain still does stay.
The battle with ideas,the Quarrel with shame,
the conflict with people,who tread against my way.
Some pity of my misery,Some spit on my name,
But either way they remind meof the damned day's dismay.
The face of the monster,the pierce of disgust.
the drama of cowardice
of the heartless insane,
I tried hard to forget,that Murder of trust
But my struggle for freedom
ended in
A quarrel with shame.
that took out my spirits,from deep inside me.
The Tantrum of Tragedy,the sour taste of hell,
destined as my fate,forever to be.
I tried hard to forget,I tried hard to smile,
To wash from my mind,the memories so grey.
But the shattering of strength,of my heart so fragile
That state of no hope,the pain still does stay.
The battle with ideas,the Quarrel with shame,
the conflict with people,who tread against my way.
Some pity of my misery,Some spit on my name,
But either way they remind meof the damned day's dismay.
The face of the monster,the pierce of disgust.
the drama of cowardice
of the heartless insane,
I tried hard to forget,that Murder of trust
But my struggle for freedom
ended in
A quarrel with shame.
A Dim Star
I am a dim star,just born of space dust,trying to contribute,to this world,a fraction of light.To this world,which cares only for the brightest of stars & doesn't give a damn about others for the fear of having to stress their sight.
I can feel the gases in my womb,trying to burst out to show their potential,to show their might.
But I know,so I stop them and tell them that,"The stage is not yet set.If you force your way out now,with all your zeal to see the world,you will fail.
Because the fire within you is far too hot that it can eclipse your vision & far too cold for others to recognize.You will end up being yet another star among the zillions.
You are budding yet.So you are within a spore, that's me.When the time will come,though a long time from now,I will let you free,to show to the world,your light,your might.
That day; You will be me & we will burn together & show to the world the strength that unity beholds.Till then you will have to wait my child,But never let the fire within you die.Because its that fire which keeps both of us alive.
"I can already visualize the smile on the face of children,pointing towards us,admiring our brightness.
The reflection of those smiles will shine on my face & inspire me to shine brighter day in and day out.
At the same time I expect to see jealous eyes of fellow stars but then I won't care because I'd have left them far behind.
I can see,the willingness to imitate,in the eyes of newly born dim stars.
I know at all times there will be monstrous dark clouds in the veil of anonymity who would try to eclipse my brightness,my face from the world & try to spread the blanket of darkness.
But I will have to keep in mind always that Light maketh its way from the darkest of clouds.
The days of dark clouds are short.They will have to make way for the light which torments them in their dreams.I am one among the zillions of dim stars
But I am one among the zillions who holds within,such fire of being recognized & the will to imitate the might of the brightest.
I can feel the gases in my womb,trying to burst out to show their potential,to show their might.
But I know,so I stop them and tell them that,"The stage is not yet set.If you force your way out now,with all your zeal to see the world,you will fail.
Because the fire within you is far too hot that it can eclipse your vision & far too cold for others to recognize.You will end up being yet another star among the zillions.
You are budding yet.So you are within a spore, that's me.When the time will come,though a long time from now,I will let you free,to show to the world,your light,your might.
That day; You will be me & we will burn together & show to the world the strength that unity beholds.Till then you will have to wait my child,But never let the fire within you die.Because its that fire which keeps both of us alive.
"I can already visualize the smile on the face of children,pointing towards us,admiring our brightness.
The reflection of those smiles will shine on my face & inspire me to shine brighter day in and day out.
At the same time I expect to see jealous eyes of fellow stars but then I won't care because I'd have left them far behind.
I can see,the willingness to imitate,in the eyes of newly born dim stars.
I know at all times there will be monstrous dark clouds in the veil of anonymity who would try to eclipse my brightness,my face from the world & try to spread the blanket of darkness.
But I will have to keep in mind always that Light maketh its way from the darkest of clouds.
The days of dark clouds are short.They will have to make way for the light which torments them in their dreams.I am one among the zillions of dim stars
But I am one among the zillions who holds within,such fire of being recognized & the will to imitate the might of the brightest.
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