From the biography of an unknown woman: xxxvii
...And she looked back
standing by the shore
in a stark day light
trying to count
the innumerable steps
the sands hid
in her search for love
and for that one moment of
unadulterated passion
where the boundaries of
earth and above get
disolved...
'just like my foot-steps
on these sands!
can i ever trace?
how far i travelled
in search of love...
tough is the path not to think of
travails the self negotiates...! '
she mused
sea, the witness...
30aug2010
12.12 hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The State Of Non-meaning
so many sands
long term plans
so many grains of sands
on the beach on the mind of man
oh, i guess
so many poems composed
each poem has become a grain of sands
so many grains
from my mouth
to my hands to my feet to the beach to the sands of time
in search for meaning
when actually there is none.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Steps
Two steps together
Our Myths says
Brings two souls together
Two steps together
Is the surround of
One’s life to another
Two steps together
Can bring the long path
Seeming so far away
To so close that
One can feel the step’s beat
In his own heart.
Two steps together
But,
Will life be just the path of two steps only?
Anyhow, any steps walking is incomplete
If it is not done in two steps
All begins by just two steps together….
poem by Kriti Krits
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Don't walk in your big sister foots step!
Every since I was little I use to love my sister shoe
But don't walk in your sister foot steps
I put on my sister shoes and follow her to school
But don't walk in your sister foot steps
I put on my sister blue ekco boots and follow her to the phone booth
Adnd seen her with an unfamiiar crew
Don't walk in your sister foot steps
I put on my sisternew blazzers and follow my sister to the mall
I was standing in the hallway amaze
But don't walk in your sister foot steps!
poem by Valentine White
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At The River Bank
the waters rise
and all my steps are taken
back to the
sands
of the river
in this place where you live
decently
when you come too early
you will see
what steps have i taken
and where i have been going
at noon when the children play
everything is mixed up
and you shall ask
what is the matter
the children when they are gone
leave you marks
and you do not understand
at the river banks of our youth
finally
all the steps when we get old
turn
into forgotten stories
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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From the biography of an unknown woman: xxxvi
She stood on desolate shores
...And looked up
The darkness of the sky
Appeared as if filtered through
The sieve of glow-worm-stars
And the hill yonder looked
A mammoth heap of darkness
She tried to trace their names
He wrote on the smooth
Sea-washed damp sands...
'How everything in life seems
As if a moment ago,
My life is a tale written on water...! '
And she traced her way
Through the coal-dark sands...
29aug2010
11.11hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Sacred Stones Of Time And Space
The path my mind traversed this day
Was guided by thy holy light
And midst the sterling starry night
With wings of love in solemn flight
I discovered there before my sight
The stones of time's most sacred way.
I bowed to read the holy script,
but it was written by a foreign hand,
My fingers trace the letters, and
they disappear into the sand...
What riddle this? What cruel brigand
Would Wisdom make a secret kept.
The holy script now in the sands
The message was set free
Our search for truth is in Gods hands
And we shall find the key
Not in space but the realm of time
Else man may never see
The Love of God is ours to claim
There is no mystery.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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But Mostly In The Wrong Direction
day 1
took 1,473 steps today(or rather night) under the dark, weighted
sky, nearly stumbled but the cracks in the sidewalk
can't bring me down
day 34
love left me today(or rather morning)
7,893 steps say run, run, get away
and never come back
day 127
hope returned today(or rather afternoon)
and so did i
with 7,894 steps just to make up for leaving
day 542
walked today (was it morning or afternoon?)
do you know how the cold makes the sunset freeze in gold?
didn't count steps today
much better things to do
poem by Alexzia Ferdinand
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You Must Now Walk Alone
A chapter has ended
A new one begins
The book of life trembles
Because of the unknown
Turing back the pages
You see the joy
The sorrows of old
And smile at each memory
Of adventure untold
Your heart skips a beat
As you read each page of gold
And think to yourself
When did you travel the path?
Of life alone
Searching the pages
Were two foot steps entwine
You see the paths they walk
As they separate and untwine
And they get lost
Between the pages of time
You search you look
When did they become one?
Each one walking on their own
You cry in vain as you realize
You're all alone
Standing on the pathway
A tear trickles down your cheek
But to continue your Journey
You must now walk alone.
poem by Kaila George
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Eternities
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.
Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head.
Thou knowest not the hairs," though He, we read,
Writes that wild number in His own strange book.
I cannot count the sands or search the seas,
Death cometh, and I leave so much untrod.
Grant my immortal aureole, O my God,
And I will name the leaves upon the trees,
In heaven I shall stand on gold and glass,
Still brooding earth's arithmetic to spell;
Or see the fading of the fires of hell
Ere I have thanked my God for all the grass.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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A Step
There are these steps
which rule my life;
I look behind
and see them:
pathways I've taken,
impressions here and there
from the baby ones
to my teens
all there in the sand
trailing behind me.
I've stepped up to challenges;
my first apartment
my first home
career and children
all steps along my way;
I see the future ones
arrayed in front of me
marker points to strive for.
Sadly too
I have known
the 12 steps
of sister who
needed these.
I have known the 12 pillars of light;
stairways to heaven;
the two-step dancing
and step-ford wives.
I've looked behind
and at times,
there was only one set of tracks;
my walking alone.
There have been big steps
and little steps
none greater than
the one
I took
stepping up to you
who awaited me
at the stair case height
taking my arm
to ascend
to the preacher standing there-
the biggest,
happiest,
most wonderfullest
step
I have ever taken
in my life.
Thanks Dear
for walking with me
for all these years.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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This Is Only The Beginning
when steps proceed to
another journey making marks on the shore
the sands are not without understanding
what is happening to the waves
and the pebbles
the waves arrive on an infinite
folding and unfolding
on such a monotonous acrobatic
of foam and air
and hush and push
coming back and going away
i have the courage to say
well, what could all these be
but always beginnings...i have not seen
any ending at all, where?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Eternities
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.
Well hath He spoken: 'Swear not by thy head,
Thou knowest not the hairs,' though He, we read,
Writes that wild number in his own strange book.
I cannot count the sands or search the seas,
Death cometh, and I leave so much untrod.
Grant my immortal aureole, O my God,
And I will name the leaves upon the trees.
In heaven I shall stand on gold and glass,
Still brooding earth's arithmetic to spell;
Or see the fading of the fires of hell
Ere I have thanked my God for all the grass.
poem by G.K. Chesterton from The Wild Knight and Other Poems (1900)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Live good
Search You
Seach you...
Truley search you...
Same time
Safeley Love
And search with you...
Love with you
And search with you...
Live good...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Eternities
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook.
Well hath He spoken: "Swear not by thy head.
Thou knowest not the hairs," though He, we read,
Writes that wild number in His own strange book.
I cannot count the sands or search the seas,
Death cometh, and I leave so much untrod.
Grant my immortal aureole, O my God,
And I will name the leaves upon the trees,
In heaven I shall stand on gold and glass,
Still brooding earth's arithmetic to spell;
Or see the fading of the fires of hell
Ere I have thanked my God for all the grass.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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O My Long-Lost Playful School Days...!
o my long-lost playful school days,
come back into me in slow steps,
yes, not on fleeting feet to vanish in a moment-
o my distant friends, lend your carefree voice
as of those cheerful days on sands and soil-
o how i wish to be amongst you all again and again,
with no added years on our backs, on holidays
when we in total abandon, rolled on the riverbeds
in innumerable games divining our own rules-
alas! the cruel time has snatched all of you
and hid you from sight and memory for ever-
how many are alive today to hear my grieving call?
i sink in tears over the irretrievable loss
of those adolescent years that roared like waves
spraying bubbles of joy on the shores of youth!
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Retreating To The Coolness Of Life
the sea is calm this morning
and you try a little casual walk
along the shore
you stare at the horizon
you wish a cyclone
a tsunami
a whirlwind
a whirpool
you wish the eye of the storm
you wish for the
hole of the earth to open up
and swallow you
whole
no one of this nature
does it for you, however
the sea is still calm and the sands so soft and fine
the breeze touches your face
the sun ascends and finally on this sunny day
you go back to retrace your steps
find the shade of the tree
retreating to its coolness
now you still hope to find a dream
a body
life is patient and still wanting
you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My School Days
When I went to school
I always watch the way, that I covered
so, I always getting late to school.
My teacher complained my Mom
and my Mom got confused
because she knows I had never been late to my school.
One day she asked why teacher complaining so?
I kept my finger tip on my lips and said,
''Mom I always do count my foot steps towards the school
but I never got a proper counting
it was always found to be wrong
I had seen that when I walked towards school
why my foot steps are stepping wrong?
Did I take a wrong path?
so I turn behind to watch my way every time I step forward,
thinking that this is not the right path
Why are you thinking like that,
my Mom asked me,
''because Mom If i found my mistake early then
I can change my way and get a chance to correct it.''
This time my Mom kept her fingertip on her lips.
poem by Lata Tejeswar
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Search It
search anything
in your life
search any thing...
you search u got it...
you did not search
waste of life time...
you search any thing
any time search...
not only google.com
search all ways
what do u want...?
search it
the life is search only
you search your inner
you got many more...
search with you...
search the another's
and search the world...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Sands Of Time
From the beginning of this own world,
man has shed a million tears.
Tears for the pain they've had
in their lives and for all the
wasted years.
But the saddest tears that
ever fell, fell not from
just any man's eyes. But
they were shed by my Savior
and they stained The Sands Of Time.
And as the Father looked upon His
Son, He had to turn His face away.
And as Jesus hung upon that cross,
He gave His all for us that day.
And as the tears ran down His face,
as He cried, mixed with the blood
that flowed from His side. Oh what
a sacrifice of love and it stained
The Sands Of Time.
Oh yes it stained The Sands Of Time.
It stained The Sands Of Time.
The blood that was shed for a lost
and dying world, oh yes it stained
The Sands Of Time, of time.
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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More Than Anything!
more than anything....
i want people to be free!
everybody, everywhere....
joined together as one,
feeling the tide come and go,
on sands that do not grasp!
more than anything,
i want to be the rain
that falls after the drought....
the snow that wraps the beaten earth
in the blanket of newness, and hope.
more than anything...
i want to be the cup...
the hammer and the nails,
the bowl of rice, the tent,
the fire that those cold gather round....
more than anything,
i want to be the steps,
the bridge, and the lighthouse....
whatever you need on the path,
that leads you home to freedom!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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