Light everywhere.
When I was young
and had nothing to say
I thought I was no-one;
when I was still
I thought myself empty;
Now I am older
and become silent
I am everyone;
when I am still,
I am full.
*
[leaning on Kabir’s ‘ghar ghar dipak barai’]
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Marriage
Nothing is
Common
Between us
Except the
Bed we share
The children
We rear…
And the home
That houses
Our conjugal
Despair.
Yet we care
As marriage
Is a burden
You need to
Share…
Or
Parents will say:
Don’t you dare!
The world knows
You as a lovely pair!
(attuned to Ghar Ghar Ki Kahani in our Indian social milieu)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Veer Kahlate
Jo kewal kahte nahi kar dikhlate, wo hi sachhe veer kahlate
Mar kar bhi jo vachan nibhate, wo hi sachhe veer kahlate
Zindagi gar apne liye jiya to kya jiya
Jo dujon ki khatir mar jate, wo hi sachhe veer kahlate
Mumkin hai rahon me katen bichana
Jo rahon me phool bichhate, wo hi sachhe veer kahlate
Aag lagana ghar jalana hai aasan
Jo ughde ghar hai basate, wo hi sachhe veer kahlate
tan man ki Apne parwah na karke
Jo rahon se hatate kante, wo hi sachhe veer kahlate
Hon lakh badhaye jeevan me gar
Rahte sada jo muskurate, wo hi sachhe veer kahlate
Yun to marte roz hazaron par
Vatan ki khatir jo mit jate, wo hi sachhe veer kahlate
Koi sataye lakhon unko
Jo uff bhi nahi kar pate, wo hi sachhe veer kahlate
‘Deep’ naman hai aise veeron ko
Jo jag me har bar na aate, wo hi sachhe veer kahlate
poem by Deepak Kumar deep
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Borrowed Time
When I was younger
Living confusion and deep dispair
When I was younger ah hah
Living illusion of freedom and power
When I was younger
Full of ideas and broken dreams (my friend)
When I was younger ah hah
Everything simple but not so clear
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Now I am older
The more that I see the less that I know for sure
Now I am older ah hah
The future is brighter and now is the hour
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Good to be older
Would not exchange a single day or a year
Good to be older ah hah
Less complications everything clear
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
Living on borrowed time
Without a thought for tomorrow
song performed by by Lennon John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Then I Met You
Then I met you
Thought that Id be happy
Going to be so happy
Living life alone and never sharing anything
Thought that I was finished
Thought that I was complete
Thought that I was whole instead of being half of something
Thought that I was growing
Growing older, wiser
Understanding why this world held nothing for my spirit
Thought that I was destined
Destined to be nothing
Destined to be nothing in this world and then I met you.
I met you
Thought that God had failed me
Thought my prayers were useless
Thought that he would never give the chance for me to praise him
Thought the book was written
Thought the game had ended
Thought the song was sung and I could never sing another
Thought my faith was misplaced
Thought my back was broken
Broken by a weight that I was never fit to carry
Thought I knew this city
Thought I knew all about it
And then one night I went to morningside and you were waiting
I met you
song performed by by Proclaimers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
From the time I was very young, maybe five or six, I thought a lot about being an actress. I didn't tell my friends about my ambitions, though, especially when I got older, because I thought they would not receive them well. I never talked about what I wanted to do.
quote by Louise Fletcher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Thou it is empty it is full
empty hands clap so deeply, as a full hand can’t
never produce a single fun and while the mouth is full,
It can never say a simple call, got to be easy to tell
but hard to feel
come my hardliner of thought, digest of what
laughter shows, even in the greatest shot, the
whole grain squeeze to puff, what more than a simple
voice empty handed clings to pump
trail as always it goes in every full thought begins
and end for a cause, the dried land pose for a springs
for things gone will always come back again to dance
in a little pebble the sand runs
poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I take getting older seriously. I'm 58, which I never imagined I'd reach - I thought I'd die young. I look in the mirror and see my dad - 'I thought you were dead,' I say - and that's nice. This has been my favourite decade. I've had more fun at this age than any other. For the first time, I can taste my life, and it tastes sweet. I like to think the next decade will be even sweeter.
quote by Sting (2010)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
I've certainly experienced racism, but it has not made a great impact on me. I have always thought, as I got older and older, I was more in charge of who I was. What someone thought about me or said about me made less of an impression on me at very vulnerable times.
quote by Robert Guillaume
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Face Up
Ever since Ive seen your face
This life of mine has gone to waste
I was young and you were old
And I always knew you were cold
At the start you had a heart
But in the end you lost your friend
Can you see your own dark face?
Its dieing in a lonely place
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
As we get old, we lose our place
Reflecting back the worlds disgrace
I feel so low, I feel so humble
Sometimes in life we take a tumble
Dont let anybody tell you that youre no good
Cause you know they would
Dont let anybody tell you what you should do
Cause its not that way and...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
You were me and I was you
This world of ours it felt brand new
You took me a little further...
I heard it all before, Ive heard it all before
I cant hear it anymore
Your hair was long, your eyes was blue
Guess what Im gonna do to you
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure
And life was just an open door
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought...
Oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
I said oh, oh, how I cannot bear the thought of you
We were young and we were pure...
song performed by by New Order
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Empty Chairs
I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would
Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
A sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would
Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought you said just what you meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you'd leave, until you went
Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would
song performed by by Don McLean
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
When you were born in this world - Dohas II
When you were born in this world
Everyone laughed while you cried
Conduct NOT yourself in manner such
That they laugh when you are gone
Kabir's mind got cleansed like the holy Ganges water
Now everyone follows, saying Kabir Kabir
Guru the washer man, disciple is the cloth
The name of God liken to the soap
Wash the mind on foundation firm
To realize the glow of Truth
Alive one sees, alive one knows
Thus crave for salvation when full of life
Alive you did not cut the noose of binding actions
Hoping liberation with death!
Inexpressible is the story of Love
It cannot be revealed by words
Like the dumb eating sweet-meat
Only smiles, the sweetness he cannot tell
Worry is the bandit that eats into one's heart
What the doctor can do, what remedy to impart?
Says Kabir
Don't be so proud and vain
Looking at your high mansion
Death makes one lie on bare land
And grass will grow thereon
Says Kabir
Don't be so proud and vain
The clutches of Time are dark
Who knows where shall it kill
Whether at home or abroad
Says Kabir
By my doing nothing happens
What I don't does come to pass
If anything happens as if my doing
Then truly it is done by someone else
Like the pupil in the eyes
The Lord resides inside
Ignorant do not know this fact
They search Him outside
First the pangs of separation
Next grows the thirst for Love
Says Kabir then only hope
The union to materialize
Hungry for Love
I wanted you to love me.
I thought you were my friend.
I thought you were there to protect me.
With you being the older one.
But instead you looked on.
A while down the line you did the same.
Each time it was a different person.
My lack of trusting crap.
I was looking for a friend.
But instead I found you.
All of you who would abuse me.
You all thought it was fun.
But to you, you know who you are.
Why did you do that just why?
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Morning Dew
(tim rose/bonnie dobson)
Warner-tamerlane publishing corp.
B.m.i.
Walk me out in the morning dew
Walk me out in the morning dew today
I cant walk you out in no morning dew
I cant walk you out in no morning dew at all
Thought I heard a young girl cryin mama
Thought I heard a young girl cry today
You never heard no young girl cryin
You never heard no young girl cry at all
Thought I heard a young boy cryin mama
Thought I heard a young boy cry today
You didnt hear no young boy cryin buddy
You never heard no young boy cry at all
Thought I heard a young man cryin mama
Thought I heard a young man cry today
You never heard no young man cryin
You never heard no young man cry at all
Now there is no more morning dew
Now there is no more morning dew
What theyve been sayin all these years is true
Now there is no more morning dew.
song performed by by Nazareth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Party
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth)
She bought a bottle of cider
From the shop on the corner
They didnt stop her
Thought she was older
She took a bus ride
To a name and a number
A house full of music
And a hat full of wonder
And some of the people that
She thought that she knew
Were never like this
When she saw them at school
Shes never been anywhere like this before
Everybodys so out of control
She was in a backroom
Full of strange aromas
And noises and candles
That was where he found her
He took her to a garden
Full of rain and silence
And she could smell the soil and the trees
And see the succulent light
From the little fires in his eyes
Pulling shapes out of the night
She was enchanted....
Then its twelve oclock
And the last bus is gone
Theyre gonna go crazy when
They hear what shes done
And higher is lower
And less is like more
Shes never felt anything like this before
Before
And then it was yesterday
And he said oh, by the way,
welcome to your first party
song performed by by Marillion
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
TV Guide
i was a television hosting a cartoon,
on early saturday mornings, to take away your blues,
i was your comedian on those rainy afternoons,
giving you a smile in a soothing room,
you were so young with your painted dreams,
an idealistic boy, you wanted to keep them,
i watched you grow and thought 'perhaps',
you'd be the sower with the perfect hem,
i was a television hosting an empty screen,
'cause you grew older and lost time for me,
i was your comedian without a jokes,
for you to hear under you counseling yoke,
you were so young with your textbooks,
stitching useless knowledge in place of your dreams,
i watched you learn and thought 'someday',
you'd have the time to finish sowing,
i was a television hosting a commercial,
while you slept to regain energy,
i was your comedian to help you,
have a laugh and become healthy,
you were so young curled up with your dreams,
in a remedy of blankets you fell asleep,
i watched you dream of a peace that was dead,
but you reconnected it with your needle and red thread,
i was a television hosting the 10 o'clock,
when you were wise and watched the newscaster,
no comedian could entice a smile,
on that evening when they televised the disaster,
you were so young, i saw it drip from your eyes,
sympathy spilled as you calmed your wife,
i watched you pack and thought 'of course',
you'd sacrifice a loom for a country at war,
i was a television hosting a cartoon,
to take away your grandchildren's blues,
i was the comedian on that rainy afternoon,
and enjoyed your smile in that old soothing room,
you looked so young dressed in wrinkles and gray hair,
everyone else grew up, but they wished....
i watched you age backwards, and thought 'you never did',
yeah, you still dream, yeah, your still that kid,
your still that kid.
poem by Jordan Crider
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Thoughts At 63
wow just a babe
I thought so and so did you
So you thought thirty was tough
Check out the older and gruff
separate age from nickles and dimes
And divide them by good times and bad
They equal the worth of your life
Your sacrifice for country and life
Live like a poet with the secret on the tip of your lips
To forgive the young
The old and gray
For ever shunning them in any way
Bring on the age that brings us fear
Although we will be remembered for many, many years.
Kabir reads 'Kabir
See this fine manuscript
so beautifully illuminated round the picture –
why, it’s none other than Kabir!
reading a book entitled The Poems of Kabir;
he’s smiling, laughing, waving his hands –
how can he be enjoying himself so much?
The manuscript doesn’t tell you this;
only Kabir can tell you, in that other place..
of all the poems, he only recognises two
as poems that he wrote himself..
but here’s Kabir’s delight today:
many of the other poems, he thinks,
are good enough to be his!
How wonderful to be so praised in spirit!
As he reads – see, he’s circled round with angels;
they’re all laughing too.
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Kabir reading 'Kabir
See this fine manuscript
so beautifully illuminated round the picture –
why, it’s none other than Kabir!
reading a book entitled The Poems of Kabir;
he’s smiling, laughing, waving his hands –
how can he be enjoying himself so much?
The manuscript doesn’t tell you this;
only Kabir can tell you, in that other place..
of all the poems, he only recognises two
as poems that he wrote himself..
but here’s Kabir’s delight today:
many of the other poems, he thinks,
could pass for his!
How wonderful to be so praised in spirit!
As he reads – see, he’s circled round with angels;
they’re all laughing too.
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
108
young poetess, ignis fatuus
come with me, come with me
we shall be silent under a sky full of stars
come with me come with me
and be so so silent like me
we will be seeing a dark sky full of stars
we shall be silent without their wars
we will only be the wisps of the winds
whispering whims and hymns
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Cousin broke my heart
i thought i looked up 2 you
i thought i called you my cuz
that i'll never forget
how wrong was i
i thought you were great
i thought you were my older cuz
sumone and the only person
i could look up 2
then you go a pull ur shit
i cant get over how wrong i was
you not a person i can look up 2
cuz a person i could look up 2
would talk to me when i call
and no make up excuses 2 not talk 2 me
so all i have 2 say is
icant believe i ever looked up 2 you
poem by Heather Noble
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!