His huff arrived and he departed in it.
quote by Alexander Woollcott
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A Distressing Bedtime
It is now bedtime, the soldier of times,
We sleep half of the night, just tonight.
The rooms of a leap year are vast,
It was bedevilled with ghosts far too superior
To the motley crew of ghouls last year,
A clue of them died, like a crown of kings.
Distressing paws of blood escaped just past the day,
A dialect arrived by mind, of a faraway language.
The paws of a wolf became the dream of a naughty kind,
Lines of light arrived and departed.
It was now bedtime again, the very next night,
Full of mystery and suspense.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Was There
In this world when you first arrived
I was there at your mothers side,
Holding her hand, I was filled with pride,
I was there when you first arrived.
It was I alone who rubbed your hair
It was I who counted your fingers and toes,
And I was I who proudly held you first
And it was I alone who rubbed your nose.
When you first arrived in this world
It was I, who was thinking is it a boy or a girl
But then to myself, I really didn't care,
As long as you arrived, to answer my prayer.
I was there with you every step of the way
I watched your birth, and your coming of age
And what I say now, I say with both a vigor and pride,
That I was there, when you first arrived.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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I Could Only Mutter Hello, Without Getting Heard
Cupid’s
Arrow struck us
Made us come
Close to each other
I was about to propose
And little bud of love
Was about to bloom
Emergency at home
Made her leave
For her country
In a huff
My dreams
Shattered in misery
I lived in her memories
Became a living dead
Cursing my luck
And praying to god
Shed tears
Lost my sleep
Suddenly
I got a call from her
All was well
She was coming back
I laughed and smiled
Kept waiting for her
She came
After some weeks
With a man on her side
Meet my husband
Were her first words to me?
My joy died,
Eyes left wide open
Lips got sealed
I could only mutter
Hello
Without getting heard
And left in a huff
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Night Laughed
The black night giggled at me,
The happiness of a winter overcame;
When summer arrived, I departed from this nation,
Where nights were far too painful and dark.
My green life is upon me,
Laughing at my face, with its many different colours;
Honouring the life is the way of night and day,
Feeling as if the ground could quake and release a prison.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Conflicted In Mind
You come in a huff expecting confrontation.
And when you notice none appears,
This clearly upsets your wishes.
And when I tell you,
What you expect is not here...
This angers your mission to see it.
You come in a huff expecting confrontation.
And when you notice none appears,
This clearly upsets your wishes.
And when I tell you,
What you expect is not here...
This angers your mission to see it.
And you say I am the one conflicted in mind.
But that attitude you carry around,
Stays with you all the time in view!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pursuit
The Lord travels in all directions.
The Lord arrives from all directions at once.
Wherever we are, we find that He has just departed.
Wherever we go, we discover that He has just arrived before us.
Thomas Merton, No Man Is An Island
I try to catch you,
sideglancing
facing forward to see
your heels flashing fire
in the shimmering red sea.
I gaze into night,
desiring sight
of your dancing eyes.
I whisper, I sigh,
but you elude,
ahead always,
always behind.
poem by Steven Federle
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Absent Friends
As a year closes,
we always stop for a moment
to remember absent and departed friends.
We raise a glass
and tip our hat
in remembering absent and departed friends.
Life’s highway is a short one
and somewhere it comes to an end,
but friends are not forgotten
they live on in our memory.
And once a year we remember
before the New Year starts
our absent and departed friends.
21 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted
As I walk this land of broken dreams
I have visions of many things
But happiness is just an illusion
Filled with sadness and confusion
What becomes of the brokenhearted
Who had love thats now departed
I know Ive got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Maybe
The roots of love grow all around
But for me they come a tumbling down
Every day heartaches grow a little stronger
I cant stand this pain much longer
I walk in shadows searching for light
Cold and alone no comfort in sight
Hoping and praying for someone who cares
Always moving and going nowhere
What becomes of the brokenhearted
Who had love thats now departed
I know Ive got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Help me, please
Im searching though I dont succeed
For someones love theres a growing need
All is lost theres no place for beginning
All thats left is an unhappy ending
Now what becomes of the brokenhearted
Who had love thats now departed
I know Ive got to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Ill be searching everywhere
Just to find someone to care
Ill be looking every day
I know Im gonna find a way
Nothings going to stop me now
Ill find a way somehow
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love thats now departed
I know Ive got to find
Some kind of peace of mind, maybe
Oh yeah
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love thats now departed
What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love thats now departed
What becomes of the broken hearted
song performed by by Westlife
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Time Has Arrived To Fight Back Terror
Time has arrived to repay
fierce, timid terror its due
and time has arrived not
to sit in silence and suffer.
TIme has arrived those demons
who dance around like flames
of fire and who hide from
their caverns to be cleared
from the earth.
And it is time, time to uproot
fierce, timid terror and it is
time to fight back for
the innocent lives.
Time has arrived not
to sit in silence and suffer
and time has come to
repay their dues.
November 29,2008
poem by Gayatri Nambiar
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I was pretty much prepared because I was already playing in extremely good ways when I arrived from Europe because I played jazz four or five years before I arrived here.
quote by Miroslav Vitous
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A Soldier's Wife.
She was married to a soldier,
Who left for the camp,
A month after holidays,
Word coming of war in siachen
In kashimr, soon arrived
The news of demise
Of her dear husband,
By a captian of the army,
Annoucing a compensation
Of half a million bucks,
Which was claimed
By his parents and in laws,
She was made a destitute,
Sent to her own parents,
Crying the sorrows
Of the dear departed,
Growing his child
In her bowels, despising
Her cruel fate, actually
Suffering the sacrice for the nation,
Even more than the dead soldier.
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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Ungrateful Sorrow
At dawn shey(1) departed
My mind tried to console me -
' Everything is Maya(2)'.
Angrily I replied:
'Here's this sewing box on the table,
that flower-pot on the terrace,
this monogrammed hand-fan on the bed---
all these are real.'
My mind said: 'Yet, think again.'
I rejoined: ' You better stop.
Look at this storybook,
the hairpin halfway amongst its leaves,
signaling the rest is unread;
if all these things are 'Maya',
then why should 'shey' be more unreal?'
My mind becomes silent.
A friend arrived and says:
'That which is good is real
it is never non-existent;
entire world preserves and cherishes it its chest
like a precious jewel in a necklace.'
I replied in anger: 'How do you know?
Is a body not good? Where did that body go?'
Like a small boy in a rage hitting his mother,
I began to strike at everything in this world
that gave me shelter.
And I screamed:' The world is treacherous.'
Suddenly, I was startled.
It seemed like someone admonished me :' You- ungrateful ! '
I looked at the crescent moon
hidden behind the tamarisk tree outside my window.
As if the dear departed one is smiling
and playing hide-and-seek with me.
From the depth of darkness punctuated by scattered stars
came a rebuke: 'when I let you grasp me you call it an deception,
and yet when I remain concealed,
why do you hold on to your faith in me with such conviction?'
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Disobedient Son
The disobeying son is a little thought for the father,
When this disobedience arrived and departed.
Disobedience had effects on the family like a pan has with juices,
Cooking with fire and tasting better, yet in danger of burning.
The one son obeying another man
Caused the ferocity of the night,
Exceeding normality, and keeping fire
In the throat and eyes, like a dangerous man using
Expertise for the killing.
This son disobeyed at the end of this awkward flap of light,
Morning came with peace to look at and enjoy.
The father felt incensed by the whole fiasco,
Enjoying the obeying acts of his daughters.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Moment You Arrived
The moment you arrived,
I knew you too.
Your eyes penetrated through,
My inhabitions hidden.
And free I felt to be myself.
With a flow between us,
Growing unrestricted...
To dissolve blocking walls,
Easily.
The moment you arrived...
To recognize you and I,
Could provide...
Communicated conversation,
No longer waiting with a patience to connect.
We knew what to expect would be accepted,
Next.
And we knew,
Anticipated steps directed...
Without the benefit of a single guess,
Would never again be neglected.
The moment you arrived,
I knew you too.
Your eyes penetrated through,
My inhabitions hidden.
And free I felt to be myself.
With a flow between us,
Growing unrestricted...
To dissolve blocking walls,
Easily.
The moment you arrived,
I...
Cried with joy,
Inside.
I...
Cried with joy,
I attempted to hide...
The moment you arrived.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I am dead and buried, on my tombstone I would like to have it written, "I have arrived." Because when you feel that you have arrived, you are dead.
quote by Yul Bryner
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When I am dead and buried, on my tombstone I would like to have it written, 'I have arrived.' Because when you feel that you have arrived, you are dead.
quote by Yul Brynner
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When I am dead and buried, on my tombstone I would like to have it written, ""I have arrived."" Because when you feel that you have arrived, you are dead.
quote by Yul Brynner
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Hoping Of Happy New Year
Hoping of happy New Year
The year has passed
The New Year has arrived
All the pains sadness and angriness has become past
All the happiness, sweetness and love has arrived
All the sickness, Madness and childness has gone
All the matureness, intelligence and hopes has arrived
My all the things are now my past
My all concentration is just focusing on future
New Year has arrived with hope
A hope of goodness in everything
A hope that my country will be in peace
A hope that all problems may come with a simple solution
May my all the relations become more sweet and loveable?
May my all pathetic memories be just past
May my life be quite simple
May my life be full of joy
Past year is a past don’t matter what was it
But the future is unknown and unseen
Don’t know that what will happen
Just hope that everything will be good and ok
So I hope that every hope will not just hope
Hope we can say next year with hope that Happy New Year
poem by Fatima Obaid
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Souls Of The Departed
On the road to basra stood young lieutenant jimmy bly
Detailed to go through the clothes of the soldiers who died
At night in dreams he sees their souls rise
Like dark geese into the oklahoma skies
Well this is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Those whove gone and left their babies brokenhearted
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Now raphael rodriguez was just seven years old
Shot down in a schoolyard by some east compton cholos
His mamma cried my beautiful boy is dead
In the hills the self-made men just sighed and shook their heads
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Those whove gone and left their babies brokenhearted
Young lives over before they got started
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Tonight as I tuck my own son in bed
All I can think of is what if it wouldve been him instead
I want to build me a wall so high nothing can burn it down
Right here on my own piece of dirty ground
Now I ply my trade in the land of king dollar
Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor
And all the hatred and dirty little lies
Been written off the books and into decent mens eyes
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Fool is a lover
He fell in love with her in her middle age.
Since her puberty, how many, with a vantage,
Would have disturbed, pursued,
Excited, aroused and embarrassed her
And how many, with chance in their side,
Would have wooed and courted her?
But he can’t but refuse to believe it.
He loved her as though she was a maiden
And took her love a virgin one,
As if he is the first to steal her heart.
She departed; he departed but not his loving her,
Though taken away by time and distance,
Though reunion being weak in its stance
And though new union having a chance.
How foolish a lover is! Let him be.
Pleasure is the manifestation of foolishness.
30.10.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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