That this is the last time we've met,
I would have stopped the break of dawn,
And stopped the sun to set.
If i'd only known,
...
Among
the daisies of my morning garden,
and the golden leaves of grass that
dance untouched when the wind fills
...
The day has bloomed as it had
promised last night,
A little hope and a little malice
has it brought with it upon it's shoulders,
...
Two pieces of bread and a
glass of water,
i think that enough to quench my
hunger, and in this winter,
...
Sometimes,
It is nothing else,
But mistakes that make us learn
a beautiful ballad of life,
...
Dear Life! I'm not mad at you,
just a little weary...
Stumped by the seemingly innocent
questions you keep throwing at me
...
One last time she had asked me
when i had to depart,
'Will you come back again, will you? '
And i hesitated, i must say,
...
Don't cry, my dear friend, don't
lament for the things done long ago,
I am here with you as just as a
little acquaintance, as just but for
...
I am your laughter and you are my heart,
I am your pain and you are my grief,
I am your tears and you are my fears,
I am your blood and you are my existence,
...
Some words that are entangled in
my heart,
that keep peering through my eyes,
sometimes hastily and sometimes
...
I know, yes I know how clearly,
how fearfully,
That i would have to leave her
one day, perhaps-willingly or
...
Now that you are so far away,
I am reminded of the pleasure
when you weren't that far,
every time when your thought
...
Dusts of pain shall come and go,
storms of rain shall swing and
tatter,
Winters of tears shall smile and
...
The night is dark and deep,
The sleep has arrived at the
doorstep with a lantern,
But, i won't sleep.
...
When i hug you to make you
smile, i surely know why
you have scolded me when I
was wrong, my mother,
...
The deep silence thus spoke to
the landscape
'Listen, destroyed shop
Smouldering house
...
It matters not
If there's harsh sun in the sky,
Or cool comfort in the night,
Nevertheless, i will work hardest hard.
...
O! my precious little soul,
Don't go far off from the sea,
for the sea says he is not small only-
beautiful,
...
It matters not how far we are,
O my dear, you have faith in me,
I have faith in you, so without
a second thought-
...
In nights of disappointment and failure,
where nothing seems to move on,
as if the whole world have closed it's
eyes for a drowsy sleep,
...
I love reading, writing and feeling poetry. And as i am born in India-The country of hearts, evanescent loves and friendship, virtues and beliefs, I believe in simplicity and love. I am a great lover of sports and novels.I believe that there is poetry in everything, indeed every little thing! i am an Indian. India is a very beautiful country given it's rich culture and literature. A land of thrusting hills. Terraced hills, wood-covered and windswept. Mountains where the gods speak gently to the lonely heart. Hills of green and grey rock, misty at dawn, hazy at noon, molten at sunset: where fierce fresh torrents rush to the valleys below. A quite land of fields and ponds, shady by ancient trees and ringed with palms, where sacred rivers are touched by temples; where temples are touched by the southern seas. i love this site a lot and post poems in whenever i get time and comment on other's poems as well. I think, life's simple formula is - Be happy and make others happy.)
If I'D Only Known,
That this is the last time we've met,
I would have stopped the break of dawn,
And stopped the sun to set.
If i'd only known,
That I wouldn't ever see you again,
I would have a picture of your within,
To end my suffering, to end the pain.
If i'd only known,
That this is the last time I sit by your side,
I would have told you how much i loved you,
Keeping rest things aside.
If i'd only known,
That we would never hold hands again,
I would have held them strong,
And never let anything go wrong.
If i'd only known,
That you would stand always by my side,
I would have fought the world for you,
Breaking all the wall through.
If i'd only known,
That your love was true,
If i'd only known that you would come back soon,
I would have waited for you to come by.
If i'd only known of this,
That you were what i breathed for,
I would have breathed my last for you,
Seen you enough and bid you adieu.
While all i can do now,
Is sit here...
...and wait.
Your biography is a beautiful poem. ........and I have never thought of India in that way before.
Too pretty are you, my little hurdles, that it seems sometimes as though I am only walking with my little steps upon the fire of your beauty.
You can't dream with closed eyes, You can't dream with open eyes either, Until your heart says, 'I love to dream'.
We can't deny what we see, niether can we move away from it. But we can change what we see and so shall we move forth.
The trouble with Indians was not that they lacked educational oppurtunities or industrial infrastructure-the trouble was in their failure to discriminate between disciplines and to rationalise their choices.
We don't remember people for their immense support and unselfish love but the only time when they don't help us.
Sometimes we love someone very truly and don't show the one and sometimes we love someone quite genuinely but show we don't love the one very much.
There is so much humour in life that if you start laughing at it, you will not stop till you die.
Your biographty is a beautiful poem . and I have never thought of India in that way before..