The Evening Is Upset
I lost you in this life and the next,
You went away leaving pages blank
And did not read my book or pen text
Weaving with love and pages left untouched…
The evening is upset with your departure,
And the wine glasses too are sad,
You left taking all away with yourself
Even the flowers in the garden got withered…
The night that used to be full of your love
And your unlocked tresses made it more
Erotic and lovely when I run thru my fingers
Holding you close and trying all night to love…
Written by: Narendra Rai
Talhar Badin, Sindh…
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Abandoned Flowers
Belief and love in all way
Seem as dream,
Lofty and lusty desires
Dance on fire
As result of our own deeds
And the brook of belief bleeds
With grief and seems no relief
Penances take strong roots
To loot sacred melodious flute
Being aware, we remain mute,
We have been as
Abandoned Flowers
As if without 'Gardener'! ! ! ! !
Written by: Narendra Rai
Talhar Badin, Sindh...
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On The Earth
Divine song's purred as the day falls
The love and blessings reach to all
The first light rays fall from heaven
To the earth and to lighten up all even…
The morning dews glisten all falling
All around with its beauty and rendering
Divine message and love to all living beings,
And the leaves dance as one with wind and sing…
The waterfall roars and makes music
And all the hovering birds make lyric
Singing and dancing in the sky with mirth
For the 'God' given us all on the earth…
Written by: Narendra Rai
Talhar Badin, Sindh, PK...
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He
When belief and love set on fire
Tears plop down from the sky
With pain and sorrows
Hoping best for tomorrows…
Sacred rain makes all bright
And brings in all belief of light,
Make all living things dance
And release them from penance…
The sky becomes azure
And the fragrance emits
When sacred drops and love
And graciousness remits…
Divine blessing showers
On us with rain and powers,
Lightning strikes like stones
With Clamoring cold tone…
We remain unaware,
Albeit knowing 'He' is near…
Written by: Narendra Rai
Talhar Badin, Sindh...
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Neem Tree (Inspired by: Mrs. Elza Kazi)
Sun's burning light fall upon,
Thy Stoic branches bear the pain
Of heat and sometimes fast rain,
Yet standing stable in all season…
And how green thy leaves are,
Who keep dancing even in flaming rays! ! !
Could men be like you?
Who can endure all the pain like you….
You shelter birds in your arms
And protect them from all harms.
Could men be like you?
Who shelter poor ones in their arms like you…
Written by: Narendra Rai
Talhar Badin, Sindh...
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Queen Of Thar
The water roaring gushes down and whispering
Breeze blows by hushing
Flora and fauna to hear your hum
When you come and sing hymn…
You, on top of your head, carry
Frail vessel to have water from waterfall in merry
Mood and flashes smile in jolly way
Having in Gaagra garb in charismatic way…
Bangles of yours hands when chink,
Without reservation in your love I sink,
Your anklets creates love melody when you walk,
And find divine gift of love when you talk…
As the breeze blows by your silky raven
Hairs' strands cascade on the moon of heaven,
Genuflecting I ask you to fill my being with your being,
And make my love sacred with hymn you sing…
Written by: Narendra Rai
Talhar Badin, Sindh…
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Books
The universe (which others call the library). . .
-Jorge Luis Borges
Books which are stitched up the center with coarse white thread
Books on the beach with sunglass-colored pages
Books about food with pictures of weeping grapefruits
Books about baking bread with browned corners
Books about long-haired Frenchmen with uncut pages
Books of erotic engravings with pages that stick
Books about inns whose stars have sputtered out
Books of illuminations surrounded by darkness
Books with blank pages & printed margins
Books with fanatical footnotes in no-point type
Books with book lice
Books with rice-paper pastings
Books with book fungus blooming over their pages
Books with pages of skin with flesh-colored bindings
Books by men in love with the letter O
Books which smell of earth whose pages turn
poem by Erica Jong
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The Book Of My Life
Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I'm afraid to write
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life
If it reads like a puzzle, a wandering maze
Then I won't understand 'til the end of my days
I'm still forced to remember,
Remember the words of my life
There are promises broken and promises kept
Angry words that were spoken, when I should have wept
There's a chapter of secrets, and words to confess
If I lose everything that I possess
There's a chapter on loss and a ghost who won't die
There's a chapter on love where the ink's never dry
There are sentences served in a prison I built out of lies.
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
There's a chapter on fathers a chapter on sons
There are pages of conflicts that nobody won
And the battles you lost and your bitter defeat,
There's a page where we fail to meet
There are tales of good fortune that couldn't be planned
There's a chapter on god that I don't understand
There's a promise of Heaven and Hell but I'm damned if I see
Though the pages are numbered
I can't see where they lead
For the end is a mystery no-one can read
In the book of my life
Now the daylight's returning
And if one sentence is true
All these pages are burning
And all that's left is you
Though the pages are number
song performed by by Sting
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Tavern
Fragrance flows from your tresses,
It goes far and wide and caresses
Me and captures me with your charm
I see tavern in your eyes and feel warm,
Intoxication of your beauty takes
All my consciousness away and stakes
My life without feeling strife
In the game of making love and life…
My heart leaps and love seeps
And my heart's bobbing light peeps
When I find you close as aroma to a rose
And we stand as unravel threads as close
To each other and cuddle being thirsty
Without showing upon both any pity
And your body trembles when I run
Through my fingers and burns like sun…
Written by: Narendra Rai
Copyright: 18.11.2012…
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Written In Blood And Love
In pages written in blood, in pages written love.
Stories are told of you grow old together.
Live to dieing forever.
Scarred by the pain of misery.
Scarred by the imperfections the have created so many rejections.
Give me the antidote to the poison that I have slipped in my own drink.
Let me breath the life in again.
Drowned out all the cowardliness of my angel who holding me up.
Such a beautiful crutch.
Still in the pages written in blood, in the pages written love.
We are just one of millions.
Every story is the same.
All that's changed is the names, places, and faces.
Erase it all.
Rewrite the entire fall.
Let the wind take me.
Let the lightning strike me here and now.
For i will not let it cloud my judgement.
No matter the storm that's brought on.
In the pages written in blood, in the pages written in love
Hate me for the right reasons
Hate me because I am what you wanted me to be.
In all the irony.
I didn't change for you.
It was done way before you came along and sang your song.
All the pages have been written, in blood and love.
The Shakespeare play Romeo and Juliet to the fullest.
Its the cruelest games in tragedy strikes without a ounce of leniency.
No mercy to those who are jumping without a life line.
Protection against the evil of an accident so quick.
A slip becomes a fall.
Next your trying to stall buy a little time.
But its in vain.
Nothing can be changed.
Its sink or swim till you reach shore.
So long off stripped of everything you thought was important.
Values so mixed up in these pages written in blood, in the pages written in love.
We have killed another pair of doves.
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His Words
"His Words"
At the crack of dawn
Light breaks and rays
Make all gold and day
Gradually goes on its way,
Dew drops drop
And play part
Being part of nature
With rapture and nurture
All things with its hallowed water
Nature song is purred
And Supreme Being is praised
And all beings are raised
By flying and singing
Song birds,
and roaring water roars
Waves strike on shore.
Bell chinks on winks
In morn sound emerges
from Church
Of first light incense
Sweet smell and burning
Candles honor ‘His' presence
"Holy Bible" verses
Are rehearsed to welcome
The day with "His" words…
Written by: Narendra Rai
Talhar Badin, Sindh...
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After that night
He said things would never change
that things would always be the same
he told me he loved me
he swore all this on our friendship
but after that night we had no friendship nor any love
after that night he said goodbye
after that night he said it never mattered
after that night he ignored me
after that night he left for good
it wasnt my fault
it wasnt me who made all the mistakes
it wasnt me who turned and walked away from him
cause i still love him, but he made the choice
to leave me standing all alone that night
he left me standing there full of saddness and shame
he left me believing all his lies
he left me to love him after thaat night
nothing was ever the same nor will it ever be
because after that night not a bit of that night could make it right
i lost my best friend and my first love after that night
poem by Kendyll Brown
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Attoh
A letter to the Supreme Commander called Attoh,
There is a time to gather and a time to scatter;
And like the night before!
For she left early in the morning,
And i have to flip through the pages of love.
Come to me with your sincere heart and,
Let me trade with your love;
For i have to flip through her pages of love and,
To find the trade mark of her love that is left behind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Song
I wrote a song
It's called 'my life'
I tried my best to make it a good one
I'd never written a song
Twas indeed my first
I had an eraser
I couldn't clean my mistakes though
It turned out to be a long song
A hundred and twenty pages worth
A page a year
I made a mess of it
Blue pen made a mark
As depression took a quarter of it
Yellow pen made an entrance
I decided it was better than blue
Red pen tried to hurt me
As all anger was kept inside
Green pen whispered a note
I wished I had my neighbour's song
So many colours on just one song
Twenty-five pages were dark
I knew not which way to go
I tried to turn a page but couldn't
I basked in pages gone
Hence left several pages blank
Twenty-five pages were wet
As tears serenaded my heart, it did the pages
Too much pain in one song
Tried to change the words
The things I thought all made the song
On a scale of good to bad, bad stole the day
I searched and found other songs titled 'my life'
I wrote my song the way they had
My song was like a painting
One in utter disharmony
One drawn by a clueless artist
But an artist whose passion burned his painting
I set my heart on fire on page 35
There had to be more
And more I had
On page 120, my eyes were dim and hands tired
Since pages couldn't be turned
My mind sat, and looked back
What had I done?
I'd been mountain high
I'd been valley low
I'd been good
I'd been bad
I'd been....
I lay my head on my song
Took my last breath
But before I did
I held a girl
Who had a song called 'my life'
She read my song
And shed a tear
And said I had written....a masterpiece.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Emilys Song
Lovely to know the warmth
Youre smile can bring to me
I want to tell you but the words you do not know
Sing me a lullaby
Of songs you cannot write
And I will listen for theres beauty where theres love
And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say...
Rivers of endless
Tides have passed beneath my feet
And all too soon they had me standing on my own
Then when my eyes were closed
You opened them for me
And now we journey thro our lives to what will be
And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say
Through all that life can give to you
Only true love will see you through
And will stand beside you now in what you say
And in the morning of my life
And in the evening of my day
I will try to understand in what you say
Take me into your world
Alone I can not go
For Ive been here so long
Youre leaving me behind
Walk with me now
Into your land of fairy tales
And open up that book of pages in my mind
And open up that book of ages in my mind
...
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Pages Of My Mind
Faces from my past flicker
through the pages of my mind
along with shadowy figures
I wish I had left behind.
Old loves and new loves
smile and say hello as they pass
through the pages of my mind.
They come in quiet moments
when I am at peace with the world.
Reflecting images of times left behind.
There are no future images,
as those pages haven’t been written yet,
only ones from a distant past.
They stroll across with happy moments
written on the pages of my mind.
11 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Memory Place
Shelves tower over me; crowed with bound pages
of events, people, places, ideas.
Of memories.
Of captured feelings pressed like flowers between the pages;
for people to be inspired by someone else's words.
My eyes caress the titles printed on bright spines
as I run my fingers across
what holds the memories together.
I pick up a book, turning yellowed pages,
the scent of gentle time traveling to my nose.
I close my eyes and smile:
it brings back memories of my own,
but these pages are not for me.
I put back the soft bundle of pages
and continued to search in the Memory Place
until I find my own belonging among the words.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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You And I Both
Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
And taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
Another day to sing about the magic that was you and me
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
Others only read of the love that I love
See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of
And if you could see me now oh love love
Now you and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore
And with this silence brings a moral story
more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy
Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see me now
well I'm almost finally out of
and it's okay if you have to go away
just remember the telephones are working on both ways
but if I never never hear them ring
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside
have finally found you someone else and that's okay
cause I'll remember everything you sang
Cause you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see me now
well I'm almost finally out of words.
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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The Book
My life is a leaf
Bind together in a book
Written
With sweat and blood
Pages after pages
With the taste of Pain and joy
Every emotion
Big or small
Fully charged
Packed and sealed
Every incident
Recoded in details
For the experience
Good or bad
If you want to learn
Whether there is any love
For you and mankind
You just need to turn
The page number twenty one
Chapter after chapter
Written with mixture
Of success and failure
If any one
Written badly
And Tastes sour
It is my life
Full of blood and flesh
Please pass on to another
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Only Thing I Have Left
Some people say Im one of those guys the blessings of life over looked.
Sometimes I feel like the tattered, torn pages of some old paperback book.
All the places Ive played and the money I made, Ive still got nothin to show.
And the only thing I have left in the whole wide world is you.
(chorus)
I gave it all I had every night for all these years,
Pourin out my soul till it was gone.
I spread myself so thin that Im just barely hangin on.
But tonight Im with you, you can carry me through; just love me.
cause the only thing I have left in the whole wide world is you.
You put your whole life into something you love,
But you never get that one big break
Thatll take you out of the backstreet bar and put you on center stage
But a million tears and million beers have just about washed me up.
(chorus)
The only thing I have left is you.
song performed by by George Strait
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Old Love Letters
Faded love letters
Written from the heart
Pages faded yellow
While we’ve been apart
New loves come
And old loves disappear
But Your old love letters
Will always be here
There’s a tear on every page
For the nights I cried for you
The love within those pages
At the time was very true
But the years of being apart
Has let our love slip away
And all I have left now
Is faded love letters from you
poem by David Harris
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