Don't know how
I will survive
This distance now
In the world so nice
I am so alone
So not sane
And I am done.
In this lane
All I want now
Is all your doubt
And all your sorrow
Allow me some clout
Want all your tears
And all your fears
All your reservations
And any apprehensions.
I don't want you
to have Any thing
That gives you
Even a small sting
You are far too good
Than I ever would
You have all
All that I have
Nothing but death
Will move me
I am an adamant
Son of angels
You laugh
You scorn
You pity
But not love
And
I desire
Only...
love
So I die today
Wait..
But I have been dead
For like nine nocturnal years
Resurrection...
Is what I desire
Some say-
a true love's kiss,
Is all I need
Are they true...
काठ की गुड़िया,
बातो की पुड़िया।
नानी की कहानी ,
रानी थी सयानी।
रातों को सुनाती,
पर नींद न आती।
एक और सुनाओ,
गोद में लिटाओ।
राजा को मारा,
तिनके का सहारा।
अब कोई भी कहानी।
ये रातें साथ न लाती।
अब न कोई राजा
अब न कोई रानी।
न काठ की गुड़िया,
न मेरी वो बुढ़िया ।
Indian Dolls on sale reminded me of the stories my grandmother used to tell us as kids. Perhaps one of the greatest joys of my life. The above poetry came out of from there.
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One of my favourites of all time...
Once in Persia reigned a king,
Who upon a signet ring
Carved a maxim strange and wise,
When held before his eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance,
Fit for every change and chance:
Solemn words, and these were they:
'EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY."
Trains, of camel through the sand
Brought him gems from Samarcand;
Fleets of galleys over the seas
Brought him pearls to rival these,
But he counted little gain,
Treasures of the mine or main;
'What is wealth?' the king would say
"EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY."
'Mid the pleasures of his court
At the zenith of their sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his jests,
Seated midst the figs and wine,
Said the king: 'Ah, friends of mine,'
Pleasure comes but not to stay,
"EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY."
Woman, fairest ever seen
Was the bride he crowned as queen,
Pillowed on the marriage-bed
Whispering to his soul, he said
"Though no monarch ever pressed
Fairer bosom to his breast,
Mortal flesh is only clay!
'EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY."
Fighting on the furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield,
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tortured side,
'Pain is hard to bear," he cried,
But with patience, day by day,
EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY.'
Towering in a public square
Forty cubits in the air,
And the king disguised, unknown,
Gazed upon his sculptured name,
And he pondered, "What is fame?'
Fame is but a slow decay!
"EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY."
Struck with palsy, sore and old,
Waiting at the gates of gold,
Said he with his dying breath
'Life is done, but what is Death?"
Then as answer to the king
Fell a sunbeam on his ring;
Showing by a heavenly ray,
"EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY."
By
Theodore Tilten
They said I was craven
They said I was weak
Probably they are true
Success did you ever brew.
Small things lil by lil
Failures compounding ill
Now I am far
An empty jar.
Difference vast like oceans
Lack of any naive notions
Without my only merry maid
A princess' dreams you can't wade.
Race it was and hare rightly won
Walking tortoise is all but gone
Ain't it only true and just
Loose you should and must.
Should you make all gone even
But you are odd and there is even
Likes adhere, opposites repel
And you must go drown in well.
Thoughts leave me blank
No one guards my flank
I am midst of a battle
I can but not even rattle.
Words leave me mute
No tunes in my lute
I am in front of Clay
For me I can't even pray.
Life leaves me dead
No hope it is said
I am in front of destiny
How I can but contain infinity.
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