Sunday, February 13, 2011

Defination Of A Sister -Sister Poem By Seema Chowdhary

 Seema Chowdhary

Defination Of A Sister
A sister always does things that are nice
She offers her services and good advice
And always whenever we feel blue
She shows us life’s brighter view
A sister always readily lends her ear
And share our smiles and good cheers
And always try to in her style
To bring us the joy of laugh and smile
A sister always shows in her way
How to brighten our rainy day
And share life’s secrets to show the cares
And all out things either common or rare
And today dear for you I really prey
And thank you for saying nice things to say
And proudly tell that you my sis
Are surely send as God’s gift and bliss

Broken Hearts in Paris - Sad Poem

Broken Hearts in Paris

I dreamt last night
Of the last night I saw you,
All covered in deadweight gold
And tarnished by its light.
You stood at the window,
An angel with burnt wings
And a soul tired of dancing.
"It's never easy backing out," you said.
"I know," I replied,
Our backs facing each other
And the voice not quite my own.
"Sometimes it isn't what we imagine."
You breathed against the window
And made a heart with your fingertip.
I closed my eyes
And put my forehead to the door.
When moonlight fell across the bed
You turned to me and said, "Paris, we
Should've gone to Paris. They have stars
And paintings, all the romance you can take."
I fumbled for my keys and opened the door.
"And broken hearts," I said.
Plenty of broken hearts.

When I Am Dead - Death Poem By Don Allan Dinio

When I am dead

Will you cry a tear for me when I am dead?
Will you tell someone that you miss me?
Will it affect your life at all and feel the loss of my company
Will you think of me, the good times and we’ve had, the laughs
We shared, the secrets we kept, and the challenges in life
We tried to solve?
Don’t feel bad about me. I had the good times of my life.
I tried the best I can and enjoyed the people I have around me,
Closes to me and related to me. They made me of who I was!
I took life as challenging… changed me for the better,
Failures were hard to take, mistakes we all do make,
But they are the best things in life to learn from.
Don’t feel bad for me because I left this world so suddenly because…
I was ready. I led my life from day to day.. I lived my life
As though it was my last. So it came to be.. so be it, I lived my life fully…
The rest is just history and should be fond memories!
Don’t mourn for me and lead a life a solitary.. the best in life is
Finding the best in people and people finding the best in you.
Your mourning won’t do me no good… but will just make you lonely,
Detached and inconsolable just because of me.
Take all the sincere condolences and bury them with me,
Always think of the good times we had… not the day,
I left you behind. Give other people a chance to know you…
Just like you did me, eventually, you will find another me!




Nice Birthday Poem By Don Allan Dinio

Another birthday

As we grow older from year to year,
We find ourselves conscious of the number of how old we get.
Whereas, we should be conscious of how much
We have accomplished in our lifetime;
How much we have survived another year of challenge;
How much we have maintained a harmonious relationship
With our family, our family, our friends, and our loved ones;
How much we have grown in wisdom and experience;
How much we have shared and contributed joy and
Laughter to others, sympathy and compassion
To those who needed it most and influenced and
Mad a big difference in their lives.
How much we have learned from life’s experience
Itself and from others shared such knowledge and
Aged wisdom to others and have grown within us
How much is there really in getting old knowing
We will only pass this way once in our lifetime?
How are we going to be remembered by our friends?
And loved ones when we are six feet down?
What matters most really is not how long we live…
But how we live life

Woman - Poem By Don Allan Dinio

Don Allan Dinio

Woman
You are the subject of my eloquent silence;
The food of my hungry thoughts;
The only purpose of my existence;
The object of my crazy dreams!
You are center of my lonely heart;
The philosophy of my life;
The reason of my logic;
The inspiration of my frustrated pen!
You are the ultimate end of my idealism
The source of my energy and inspiration
The essence of my being
The premise of my perfection
The enigma of my endless youth
Yet.. sometimes you are also…
The equinox of my own emptiness
And restless depression
Especially when you are not there..
No matter what I tried to be,
What I am, or what I have become!

Death In Shilling Poem By Saju Abraham

Death in shilling

It was one of those oratories on Sundays,
Walking down the narrow roads,
And into the foot of the hill
Borrowed backpack on my back
Full of cheap magic items
I was full of energy
But I was in for a strange Sunday
The poor hut an oratory
With its broken door shut
Bore a deserted look
I looked around for some life
And then I felt the tug at my sleeve
A tiny ward of mine looked up
Pulling me by the hand to the cliff
I saw a great crowd feasting
Everyone eating and drinking
Most of them red in the mouth
Betel leaves and limestone
Lots of laughter and banter
Lots of food and drinks in the hearse
Decorated with the best of shilling daisies
When I saw the old man laid out,
In his three-piece Sunday suit
I felt liberated unsure from what
Death primitively celebrated.

Lost Love - Poem By Saju Abraham


Saju Abraham

Memories of her rise
Like blood on jagged glass
Each time it brushed
A fresh drop trickled down
Currents of agony strike
Leaving me in constant pain
Walking me up of my numbed state
Do I want free from it?
Don’t I wish to run my hand
Over the jagged ends of glass
To feel that feeling again and again
Love boxes you in that feeling
But lost take love takes you to a treasure
A treasure you want never put down

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Flower Boat


The Flower Boat
The fisherman’s swapping a yarn for a yarn
Under the hand of the village barber,
And her in the angle of house and barn
His deep-sea dory has found a harbor.
At anchor she rides the sunny sod
As full to the gunned of flowers growing
As ever she turned her home with cod
From george’s bank when winds were blowing.
And I judge from that elysian freight
That all the ask is rougher weather,
And dory and master will sail by fate
To seek the happy isles together.

For Once, Then Something - Poem By Robert Frost



For Once, Then, Something
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once,  when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and when I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was the whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

You Tell Me That You Love Me, Poem

Poem
You Tell Me You Love Me


Love By William Shakespear

Poem: Love

TELL me where is Fancy bred,
Or is the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply,
It is engender’d in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where is lied
Let us all ring fancy’s knell:
I’ll begin it,--Ding, dong, bell.
All. Ding, dong, bell.