THE BEST WORDS IN THEIR BEST ORDER. "If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all." -John Keats.
Monday, August 31, 2009
To The Unknown Sailor
O sailor! From where you come and to where you go? I wonder, you have the wander by whom the solitary walker may find the magic compass and discover the path which goes to a mystery land that one never goes.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Sunday
Today is Sunday Sunday is fun day whatever it may be. Today is Sunday tomorrow Monday oh - working day!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Beauty Of A Tulip
Tulip a flower of beauty elegance and tenderness, so I like it very much. It has a very rare look which other flowers dont. When it blossom in the land of cultivation or in a bunch, then its beauty is more sober as it has vivid colours. And when someone comes with a beauty like tulip, - then I feel the same feeling as to see a bunch of tulip.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Breath In The Sweet Smell Of Happiness
It's green and green all over... Leafy... Watery... And the heart is full of joy, listening the sweet songs of humming birds... Laying on the bed of fallen leaf, hear the twittering of "did-u-do-it?" somewhere in the forest - I can breath in the sweet smell of happiness... all in the mundane world of concrete forests.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
When The Heart Is Full Of Joy
Time is the healer - I believe in these words, but there are more things in our heart which we may not believe but I do believe... It may mere a thing or something we dont know, it may some colour or colourful heart, it may a rare smile that nobody's property except mine, it may a presence of graceful sense or it may something I too unaware... Whatever it may be - where the mind is full of joy, then whatever name you can give it - it is always the same.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Clouds
The clouds of yesterday are still there, the sorrows of mind are still there, - fostering them with a heavy heart with a faint belief that the proverb may come true: time is the healer!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Where The Mind Is Without Joy
Where the mind is without joy- where the joy is hard to grab- where the grab is out of reach- then how can one be in search of joy! Where the surroundings are full of envoy- full of sorrows & agonies- where the sorrows are unbearable - and agonies untamed- then how can one be in search of happiness!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Smile
In the rainy morning, going to the station, with an umbrella with a little hope to see her at the station and she is there with a smile assemble of four eyes.
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