happy the man, whose wish and care
a few paternal acres bound,
content to breathe his native air
in his own ground.
...
donot stand at my grave and weep,
i am not there, i dontot sleep,
i am a thousand winds that blow,
i am the diamond glints on snow.
...
where i lost my happiness?
in the lighted corner of past,
this dark of present,
reminds me,
...
THE MAN WHISPERED '' GOD SPEAK TO ME ''
AND A MEADOW LARK SANG.
BUT THE MAN DID NOT HEAR.
...
if one day you feel like crying
call me.
i dont promise that i will make you laugh,
but i can cry with you.
...
i thought to be a river,
i thought to be a bird,
i thought to be a butterfly,
i thought to be a star,
...
i am a little bit more in love with you,
each morning when i wake up.
i am a litlle bit more in love with you,
...
if dreams are just dreams,
why are they in my life today?
if dreams are reality,
...
i like my new telephone,
my computer works just fine,
my calculator is perfect,
but lord,
...
we may walk a while,
we may take it as a mile,
we know lifes for a while,
but still cross poblems many a times
...
do not fear, there is always wine
if you are thirsty for love.
do not fear, there is always water
...
i loved you always,
but you for some days.
i always missed you,
but you never did.
...
when everything goes wrong
and no door seems open
forget everything and start afresh.
love for what you have
...
i am delighted
that my heart welcomes sorrow
for the sorrow
that the earth and the sky
...
its not what i am today,
i lost myself somewhere yesterday,
i remember i was not so proud,
now i stand lonely in a crowd,
...
i wish i could sail your eyes,
drink every dropp from your lips,
elicit words still left unspoken,
and banter on every fragment of our night.
...
It is me who lives,
outside my attire,
it is nothing which goes,
goes inside my soul,
...
with every breath that slips,
i choke my throat,
there's lot to say and lot to do,
but words dont come out my mind,
...
i love writing poems and i am writing them since i was 10 yrs old i write my life in my poems and all things which i cannot share with anyone)
The Quiet Life
happy the man, whose wish and care
a few paternal acres bound,
content to breathe his native air
in his own ground.
whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
whose flocks supply him with attire;
whose trees in summer yield him shade,
in winter fire.
blest who can unconcern'dly find
hours, days, and years, slide soft away
in health of body, peace of mind,
quiet by day.
sound sleep by night; study and ease
together mixt, sweet recreation,
and innocence, which most does please
with meditation.
thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
the unlamented let me die;
steal from the world, and not a stone
tell where i lie.