Let My Heart Break Today!
Let me get mad again,Let me love that someone again.She knew I loved her again-n-again.Even when we could not talk,Even when we could not see,Even when we could not touch.But.. every time we felt,Felt each other so close..Just like this "You♥ME".
Let not the day come
when we fall apart..
then we walk apart
when you break my heart
Let that day come today
when you break my heart
Let it be "Today"
'cause dont want my heart to break morrow
when I am in so much love..
Dont want to live without you morrow
Let it be "Today"
'cause let not my heart to break morrow.
There can't be my happiness without you !
There can't be my sorrow without you !
There can't be my morrow without you !There can't be my today without you !
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January 22, 2017 at 06:47PM
Let me get mad again,Let me love that someone again.She knew I loved her again-n-again.Even when we could not talk,Even when we could not see,Even when we could not touch.But.. every time we felt,Felt each other so close..Just like this "You♥ME".
Let not the day come
when we fall apart..
then we walk apart
when you break my heart
Let that day come today
when you break my heart
Let it be "Today"
'cause dont want my heart to break morrow
when I am in so much love..
Dont want to live without you morrow
Let it be "Today"
'cause let not my heart to break morrow.
There can't be my happiness without you !
There can't be my sorrow without you !
There can't be my morrow without you !There can't be my today without you !
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January 22, 2017 at 06:47PM
Call to Sea
Schooner at rest,
lines, sheets naked against clouds,
warfed.
Sturdy ship calmly awaits
call to rig three masts,
cast off with the tide,
hands heart quickened,
cries of gulls,
music wind strummed in guys and stays.
Blue water sailor at sea
longs for port,
ashore soon pines
for rolling deck,
salt air, straining boards,
great unknowns to call man to his best,
put heart and sinew to mortal test.
69 words. © Jack Mullen
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January 22, 2017 at 07:21PM
Schooner at rest,
lines, sheets naked against clouds,
warfed.
Sturdy ship calmly awaits
call to rig three masts,
cast off with the tide,
hands heart quickened,
cries of gulls,
music wind strummed in guys and stays.
Blue water sailor at sea
longs for port,
ashore soon pines
for rolling deck,
salt air, straining boards,
great unknowns to call man to his best,
put heart and sinew to mortal test.
69 words. © Jack Mullen
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January 22, 2017 at 07:21PM
The Vandalized Soul
Remember? Do you?
The verses of the Mahabharata,
Where Draupati begged to let her go,
Where being a wife of the Pandavas made her no different from the unmarried women.
Remember? Do you?
When inside 1 in 10 houses,
A little girl complains to her mum,
It hurts me in there Maa.
Remember? Do you?
The night,
When a girl lay all naked and battered on the road,
When a friend of her's was as helpless as the lost kid at the course.
Remember? do you?
The nights when people marched with candles in their hands,
The days when we witnessed protests.
Days after days,
Months after months,
Years after years,
Didn't you,
All of you, tried to build us?
The ones who were too small to understand,
The ones who were capable enough to understand,
And the ones who understood what all this actually meant.
From the cheap comments passed
To the guidelines to dress-up,
You filled our heads,
With the thoughts which were never meant to be there.
From all those sad old lines to the new generation trends,
You made us cautious yet scared.
While there were dreams to be accomplished,
And words that were unsaid,
Your efforts to build us,
Made us question our own existence.
With every tantrum and argument we throw,
We have something for you to know, you know,
Caging us won't do us any good,
While letting us live without the not so needed guidelines will do.
Set us free and cage the ones who needs so,
For the day you would realise,Is merely a hypothetical concept you would know.
by Anshula Nema
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January 22, 2017 at 09:53PM
Remember? Do you?
The verses of the Mahabharata,
Where Draupati begged to let her go,
Where being a wife of the Pandavas made her no different from the unmarried women.
Remember? Do you?
When inside 1 in 10 houses,
A little girl complains to her mum,
It hurts me in there Maa.
Remember? Do you?
The night,
When a girl lay all naked and battered on the road,
When a friend of her's was as helpless as the lost kid at the course.
Remember? do you?
The nights when people marched with candles in their hands,
The days when we witnessed protests.
Days after days,
Months after months,
Years after years,
Didn't you,
All of you, tried to build us?
The ones who were too small to understand,
The ones who were capable enough to understand,
And the ones who understood what all this actually meant.
From the cheap comments passed
To the guidelines to dress-up,
You filled our heads,
With the thoughts which were never meant to be there.
From all those sad old lines to the new generation trends,
You made us cautious yet scared.
While there were dreams to be accomplished,
And words that were unsaid,
Your efforts to build us,
Made us question our own existence.
With every tantrum and argument we throw,
We have something for you to know, you know,
Caging us won't do us any good,
While letting us live without the not so needed guidelines will do.
Set us free and cage the ones who needs so,
For the day you would realise,Is merely a hypothetical concept you would know.
by Anshula Nema
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January 22, 2017 at 09:53PM
When Day Is Done
If the day is done,
if birds sing no more,
if the wind has flagged tired,
then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleepand tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
by Rabindranath Tagore
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January 23, 2017 at 01:15PM
If the day is done,
if birds sing no more,
if the wind has flagged tired,
then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me,
even as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleepand tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.
by Rabindranath Tagore
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January 23, 2017 at 01:15PM
A New Leaf
new leaf Shooting a smile tender and sweet,Shy of dust, dipped in mist,She waves and sways in morning breeze,I love to watch her graceful twist.
She grows swift with guts and grits,In burning sun and chilly wind,Bitten by insects and chewed by pests,Heedless to pain she coolly grinned.
Spreading wide behind the flower,Adding beauty to its charming mien.As the flower is plucked and smelt,She turns gray, no sap in vein.
She frills and falls near the root,Under the plant never to shoot,Consoling herself on dry heap below,As food for leaves smiling above.
Written By: Mohanchand
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January 23, 2017 at 01:37PM
new leaf Shooting a smile tender and sweet,Shy of dust, dipped in mist,She waves and sways in morning breeze,I love to watch her graceful twist.
She grows swift with guts and grits,In burning sun and chilly wind,Bitten by insects and chewed by pests,Heedless to pain she coolly grinned.
Spreading wide behind the flower,Adding beauty to its charming mien.As the flower is plucked and smelt,She turns gray, no sap in vein.
She frills and falls near the root,Under the plant never to shoot,Consoling herself on dry heap below,As food for leaves smiling above.
Written By: Mohanchand
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January 23, 2017 at 01:37PM
Poetry
A poet fights for noble endsBefore the unjust he never bendsPoetry is rhythmic flow of intense feelings. Prosody and rhetoric provide tools for practicing poetry writing; but very fine feelings, emotions and sentiments can make a good poet. A person with noble heart can easily become a poet. The great poets are noble at heart, love humanity and nature. They try to evolve beauty in all beautiful and ugly looking things, through their language.Traditionalist, Modernist and Post-modernist are just classifications in Time. The stream of poetry is continuous.Indian poetry is enriched by great seers, saints, sages, devotees, thinkers and scholars from various walks of life. From Pre-Vedic, Upanishadic periods till the modern periods, forms have changed but soul of poetry remains the same, uniting the Indian Culture with Universal Culture, preaching Universal Love –“All those living on the earth are one family”“Vasudeva kutumbakam”
‘Poets are unacknowledged legislators of the world’ – P.B. Shelly In a mind filled with filth and quagmire good thoughts bloom like lotus flowerand make it beautiful to the beholder - Mohanchand PatilHad one not taken birth on the earth,The life in universe should have been short of one’s experience. - Mohanchand PatilPoems fall in heart and mindwafting in air up and downLike maple leaves land on ground
- Mohanchand Patil
Written By: Mohanchand
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January 23, 2017 at 01:42PM
A poet fights for noble endsBefore the unjust he never bendsPoetry is rhythmic flow of intense feelings. Prosody and rhetoric provide tools for practicing poetry writing; but very fine feelings, emotions and sentiments can make a good poet. A person with noble heart can easily become a poet. The great poets are noble at heart, love humanity and nature. They try to evolve beauty in all beautiful and ugly looking things, through their language.Traditionalist, Modernist and Post-modernist are just classifications in Time. The stream of poetry is continuous.Indian poetry is enriched by great seers, saints, sages, devotees, thinkers and scholars from various walks of life. From Pre-Vedic, Upanishadic periods till the modern periods, forms have changed but soul of poetry remains the same, uniting the Indian Culture with Universal Culture, preaching Universal Love –“All those living on the earth are one family”“Vasudeva kutumbakam”
‘Poets are unacknowledged legislators of the world’ – P.B. Shelly In a mind filled with filth and quagmire good thoughts bloom like lotus flowerand make it beautiful to the beholder - Mohanchand PatilHad one not taken birth on the earth,The life in universe should have been short of one’s experience. - Mohanchand PatilPoems fall in heart and mindwafting in air up and downLike maple leaves land on ground
- Mohanchand Patil
Written By: Mohanchand
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January 23, 2017 at 01:42PM
Sonnet: I Thank You
I thank you, kind and best beloved friend,
With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,
When, for some gentle favor, he hath kissed her,
Less for the gifts than for the love you send,Less for the flowers, than what the flowers convey;
If I, indeed, divine their meaning truly,
And not unto myself ascribe, unduly,
Things which you neither meant nor wished to say,
Oh! tell me, is the hope then all misplaced?
And am I flattered by my own affection?
But in your beauteous gift, methought I traced
Something above a short-lived predilection,
And which, for that I know no dearer name,
I designate as love, without love’s flame.
By Henry Timrod (1965)
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January 28, 2017 at 12:46PM
I thank you, kind and best beloved friend,
With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,
When, for some gentle favor, he hath kissed her,
Less for the gifts than for the love you send,Less for the flowers, than what the flowers convey;
If I, indeed, divine their meaning truly,
And not unto myself ascribe, unduly,
Things which you neither meant nor wished to say,
Oh! tell me, is the hope then all misplaced?
And am I flattered by my own affection?
But in your beauteous gift, methought I traced
Something above a short-lived predilection,
And which, for that I know no dearer name,
I designate as love, without love’s flame.
By Henry Timrod (1965)
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January 28, 2017 at 12:46PM