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Category — Poetry

To Papaji…

Those times we’ve spent together
Those thoughts we’ve shared
Those days when your hand’s touch
made me feel cared for.
Those moments when your
just being there beside me
protected me from all harm.
Those times when you’d helped me
stand up when I fell
cleaned my bruised knees,
Encouraged me to try again
saying you’ll always be there,
You wiped my tears and
held me warm and tight.
Made me so dependent on you
that now, its so difficult to
go through each day without you
Why did you leave?
Why did you go?
And if you had to go
Why did you touch my life?
Why did you affect me so much?
Why did you go when I needed you the most?
You know, I really miss YOU.

February 24, 2005   No Comments

You and I…

We’ve walked together for many a mile,
Agreed they were not full of smiles,
But you stood by me through it all,
Picked me up after each fall.

We’ve seen blue skies,
And springs galore,
Days full of laughter,
And brimming with joy.

Lets not forget those storms
Coz they brought us closer,
We lived through it all,
But most importantly we survived together.

You’ve been there for me,
No matter what it took,
Always the rock,
That I could lean on.

Your the one,
The kind of person I want to be,
Your my better half –
My Best Friend.

February 23, 2005   No Comments

Near and Far…

I love you so much My Beloved
But you may never know
For you are near me
And yet so far
You are here beside me
But between us lie the seven seas
And I wonder if I,
If I will ever reach you
Will I be able to build a bridge
Oh so long, so fast
Will you be there when I,
When I reach the other end
But where ever you may go
Listen well so you may know
There may be seven seas between us
But there is the same,
The same starry blanket up above.

February 18, 2005   2 Comments

You’re the one…

You stepped out of my dreams
And into my life
You are the perfect one
The one made for me
You have shown me
A world I never knew existed
You’ve taken me to heights
I’ve never reached before
You’ve opened my eyes
To a life so full of wonder
You’ve given me joy
I’ve never known before
You’ve filled my world
With happiness and laughter
You’re the reason
I run out of words
Everytime I want
To say how I feel
Yeah, you’re the one
The perfect one for me.

February 18, 2005   No Comments

Ok, lets start with some of my favourite poems…

Sea-Fever – John Masefield.

I MUST down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost

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, as 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 kept 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.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening – Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Riders – Robert Frost

The surest thing there is is we are riders,
And though none too successful at it, guiders,
Through everything presented, land and tide
And now the very air, of what we ride.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth
But being mounted bareback on the earth?
We can just see the infant up astride,
His small fist buried in the bushy hide.

There is our wildest mount–a headless horse.
But though it runs unbridled off its course,
And all our blandishments would seem defied,
We have ideas yet that we haven’t tried.

The Second Coming – Willaim Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Leisure – William Henry 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.

The Highwayman – Alfred Noyes

I
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

II
He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

III
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

IV
And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s red-lipped daughter,
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-

V
“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”

VI
He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair i’ the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the West.

I
He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
And out o’ the tawny sunset, before the rise o’ the moon,
When the road was a gipsy’s ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching-
Marching-marching-
King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

II
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement, the road that he would ride.

III
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
“Now keep good watch!” and they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say-
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

IV
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by likeyears,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one figure touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

V
The tip of one finger touched it; she strove no more for the rest!
Up, she stood up to attention, with the barrel beneath her breast,
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins in the moonlight throbbed to her love’s refrain.

VI
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming! She stood up straight and still!

VII
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.

VIII
He turned; he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

IX
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs i’ the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

X
And still on a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding-
Riding-riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

XI
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
And he taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred;
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

October 27, 2004   1 Comment

I love you and yet…

I love you, yet
I cannot tell you
Its not that I don’t know
Its just that I can’t say

Those three magic words
They mean so much
They hold the world in them
And yet we do not say them

Why do we use so many words
Why do we say so much
Why do we hide so much
When just three little words would suffice

Three little words that
Are nothing by themselves
But when put together
They make the world go around.

I know all this
And yet I hesitate
What do I fear so much
And is this really fear.

No, I know I love you
And that’s above all else
I know I must tell you
That I love you and yet…

October 24, 2004   No Comments

Let me be…

Let me live my life
my life is mine, is it not
then why do I need to
even ask you

why is it that you
must know all I do
why the people I meet
must be your choice
am I not entitled to
make my own choices

why must the man I love
be approved by you
is it me or you
who’s gonna live with him
why must you interfere
let us figure out our lives ourselves

he needs to understand me
and I need to understand him
and in all this there is nothing
at all for you to understand
why don’t you just
leave us alone.

its my life
and I wanna
live it my way
so just
let me be…

October 23, 2004   No Comments

I loved you enough to let you go…

You didn’t look back
just walked away,
had tears in my eyes but
had to smile and say goodbye.

How was it so easy for you
to just let it all go,
What did you see in her
that wasn’t in me…

One look in her eyes
and you forgot all about me
teach me this trick my sweet
it may dull some of the pain.

What happened to those promises
all those dreams I saw with you
where did they all go
can one touch of someone else scatter them so.

Was my love so feeble and weak
where did I go wrong
what is it that I did not do
what is it that she gave you?

Do you not feel my pain
did you not hear my heart break
how was it so easy for you to say
that your in love with someone else.

You asked me if it was ok
if I’d be fine
if it would take too much time
to forget that once you were mine.

What could I say
but just smile
and hide all the hurt
I felt inside.

But nothing would help
you had decided to leave
no matter what I said or felt
you just had to go.

So I just smiled
like I accepted it all
just lowered my eyes
and let you go.

But I loved you
loved you enough
to let you go…

October 22, 2004   No Comments