Book Mark
I remain
Where she left me
After she had finished reading.
No one leafed through the book of love
Time has coursed its way
Aeons have passed
But I remain entangled
In the inconclusive tale of love
Waiting for her to come back
And once again turn its pages
Get the story going again.
She was keen to progress in life
Desirous of
Glamour, fame, a bright career
How could she find time to read?
Accustomed to decorating shelves
With bric-a-brac and books
She knew
Nothing could be gained from old volumes
Except dried-up flower petals
Dead butterflies
Words, moth-eaten
Letters, hidden as mementoes
Names of some friends.
I remain
Where she left me
After she had finished reading
For I'm a memento too
A forgotten tale of past friendship
A symbol of memories, old and worn out
Sacred remorse of one-sided love
I remain
A peacock feather in a holy book
I do not have the luxury of tears.....!
(1988, Translated from the original Urdu by Satyapal Anand)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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I get letters from readers who say that they have always hated reading, but somebody suggested one of my books, they actually finished the book and enjoyed it, and they're going on to read another book. I'm thrilled that they have figured out that reading is fun.
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Faded Love Letters
An old shoe box under the bed,
filled with mementoes of years gone by.
Faded love letters stained with tears,
I used to cry.
They tell of the joy I knew one spring,
of laughter and fears.
And of the love we said would remain,
throughout our growing years.
The spring is gone and so are you;
the letters are all that remain,
of the love we once knew,
in that far off spring.
14 Nov.1978
poem by David Harris
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On Books
Books are my first love, I’m so proud to read;
They give me knowledge and help life to lead;
Hours, days just pass by, by reading life-time;
Life would not be worth, if not for my rhyme.
Great are those people who write books all life;
Burning just candles, with Goose-quills in strife;
Tired of writing though day-long or night,
They keep on writing in such a bad light.
Books serve a great cause; their value can’t cease;
It takes years to write but reading is ease;
Book-makers struggle to print a few books;
And keep spending time to, improve their looks.
Some find their way to libraries in town;
Some remain untouched and nev’r taken down;
Silver-fish, Moths eat the books that are old;
Some are gone obsolete, some sold like gold.
Some are in tatters and must be rebound;
Books are Man’s best friends where solace is found;
Reading for long hours, does help you to learn;
Books give much knowledge and wisdom to men.
Read books with great care whose weight is in gold;
Serve generations though they may be old;
Source of much Info, deserving respect;
Books are life-partners whom you ne’er reject!
poem by John Celes
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Rat Reading
Rat's are
My home
Reading for book's
At night time...!
Each book's
On the book stand
Rat reading
Not very well....! ?
Rat simply
Read some of
Pages only;
Book's are broken
Rat read mean's
Rat bite's
Book's are crying
I am also...
Rat reading
O...sorry
Rat bite's...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Talking Book
I wish I had a talking book
That told me how to act and look
A talking book that contained keys
To past and present memories
A talking book that said your name
So if you were gone, youd still remain
More than a picture on a shelf
In imagination I could touch
A talking, talking book
I wish I had a talking book
Filled with buttons you could push
Containing looks and sights, your touch
Your feel, your breath, your sounds, your sighs
How much Id bluster to ask it why
One must live and one must die
I wish I had a talking book
By my side so I could look
And touch and feel and dream, a look
Much bigger than a talking book
A taste of loving future and past
Is that so much to really ask
In this one moments time and space
Can our love really be replaced
By a talking book
Can our love really be replaced
By a talking book
Can our love really be replaced
By a talking book
Can our love ever, forever be replaced
Can our love ever be replaced
Can our love ever be replaced
(can our love really be replaced)
By a talking book
song performed by by Lou Reed
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If Leaving Me Is Easy
I read all the letters, I read each word that youve sent to me
And though its past now, and the words start to fade
All the memories I have start, still remain
Ive kept all the pictures, but I hide my feelings so no-one knows
Oh sure my friends all come round, but Im in a crowd on my own
Its cos youre gone now, but your heart, still remains
And itll be here if you come again
You see, Id heard the rumours, I knew before you let me know
But I didnt believe it, not you,
No you would not let me go
Seems I was wrong, but I love, I love you the same
And thats the one thing that you cant take away but just remember...
If leaving me is easy,
Going back is harder...
song performed by by Phil Collins
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It is difficult sharing and capturing so many years of memories and the people behind the words-and even though that guest book can speak volumes, in between, the pages remain so silent.
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Tale Of Two Lovers Forbidden Love
A tale of two lovers who met when they were young
They got together just to have some fun.
Sparks started flying way beyond their control
They was so excited, so brave, so young, so bold.
They became lovers (I’m sure you already guessed)
Bringing out emotions, bringing out their best.
It was a forbidden love for a pair who was so young
But they nurtured it, and soon it became as one.
A love story - like a Romeo and Juliet tale
Their love so strong, they knew it could not fail.
He was protective in more ways than one
For she was his life, she was the sun.
They knew there would be objections
By family and their friends, so they
Kept it quiet till the very end.
They continued with their schooling
And professions they both gained
And they knew from the beginning
Their loves would remain the same.
They now told everyone, and screamed it to the world
How they hid their love, like an oyster hides its pearl.
They got married and a child she did bear
And as the child grew up, this story she would share.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Storyteller's Word
In a decent book, I can lose myself,
For, at least, a good couple of hours.
A well told story, for young or old,
My mind will quite hungrily devour.
I’ve always loved a real page turner:
A story, which, is totally compelling.
Sometimes, there’s a story, true or invented,
Which, simply, deserves, and needs telling.
Sometimes, a person in a book,
To me, can feel like a true friend;
You share their life and adventures,
And feel rather sad, when it all ends.
A story can stir up a mixture of emotions:
I’ve cried tears, and gasped with surprise.
I’ve found myself completely captivated,
As a story unfolds before my very eyes.
A good story, has the ability to transport you,
To different places, and to different times.
You just never know where you may end up,
When you sit and read those immortal lines.
Stories should never be kept locked away:
With others, they should be readily shared.
There is no other past-time, known to man,
With which, reading a book, can quite compare.
Whether a story is based on a person’s life,
Or whether, it has been quite purely invented,
A story can make such an impact upon you,
That, forever, in your memory, it is cemented.
I’ve always adored a really well written story,
Regardless of, by whom, or when, it was written.
Snuggled up, with a book held in your hands,
It is so easy, to become completely smitten.
A story can make you lose all track of time,
When, in a book, you are totally immersed.
I love reading a story, and really drinking it in;
For reading books, I’ve developed a real thirst.
There are many stories, the world over,
Which, are still waiting to be heard.
Nothing on earth, is quite so powerful,
As the power of the storyteller’s word.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Lullaby For Lost Generations
All rivers of taste have dried up
Only sands boil in pans
Tyranny of migration has struck the towns
Birds have forsaken their nests.
Judgements descend from heavens
So it is said in books, testaments
Secrets of hearts are culpable offences
It's crime to feed at mother's breast.
''He had gone to buy a feeder
Before curfew time;
Hasn't come back.''
Kids, go to sleep
Stories, written on waters
Are narrated by winds to sails
Of sinking ships, of men in submarines
The oceans in their eyes were dry at parting
Yes, the sands of journey
Had marked all pores of the body
'' Keep Quiet ''.
Whole life-spans pass awake from sleep
A single frozen moment is difficult to pass.
The sun at the roof's height comes and goes
Come, give a call to those
Who had heard Israfael's bugle
And gone to eternal sleep on the battle front.
Their children remain awake.
(Translated from original Urdu by Dr. Satyapal Anand)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Don't Ever Come, O December
Look December
Don't ever come now!
Look, December
Deserts unnumbered have expanded in me.
All my rivers
Are silted with the sands of loneliness.
Now only I
And the weight of my loneliness
Remain together.
Look, December
In your frozen nights
In your sleepless nights
Who will knit dreamlike sweaters?
Who will pick snowflakes falling in the soul?
Look, December
Don't ever come now!
And even if you do come
Don't go to the abodes of the sun
Wearing the snows of your woes.
Don't ever go to my loved ones!
Look, December
Don't ever come now!
(Translated from the original Urdu into English by Dr. Satyapal Anand)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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The Horror Of The Nights
Again the savage night came to hug my heart
With it's dark wings
How scary you are like a devil
You come
everyday to bring the horror to my soul.
To remind me that the happiness had passed my way long time ago
And empty days are all that I own
To remain everyday again and again
The pain of the past
And now you are here again
It's the end of the day
Yesterday I have had the faith
May tomorrow I will catch the happiness one more time again
But tomorrow came and i'm still the same
I know it's too late
The days are slipping like a moment among the fingers of the lifetime
And the years are running to chase each other
Everyone had catched their time
And had found her way to happiness somehow, somewhere
But I am still Waiting every new day
May I can find my way somehow someday
The stormy winds of the life
Have took away
my happiness
For a while I forgot myself
Asleep
But it took my years
When I woke up at once
The years had passed
me by
The devil of the night was there to remain the pain.
I took my phone book To call my friends
But the pages were empty
No one was there.
I Looked out of the balcony
And I saw there were people
At the darkness of the night
Dough the sky was crying with me
But the lovers were there
Holding each other hands
They never were aware of
The darkness of the night
Or crying of the sky
They were just in love
It's admiring how charming you become
When the lovers are around
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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How To Feel Free
You had clear stand
Made other people to understand
How life can be tackled?
Save precious time and led
Now you find life to be gem
As you have understood them
Life has been made easy
With the blessings from almighty
You were not jealous
But kept life continuous
Without any reward
But looking forward
No one sided with you
As they found it not true
You were unmoved
Took no steps for fears to be removed
It was not your concern
They had to check it in turn
Truth can never remain hidden
It has to appear any time even
Sun can remain hidden behind clouds
But success may speak very loud
Sun will emerge when clouds are moved
So is the noble man and his work proved
You need not worry
Or feel bad with sorry
Life was never a burden to carry
It was in fact a smooth journey
So move ahead with vision
Let there remain no confusion
You the master and you are the key
You have to decide as how to feel free
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Truly Incomplete
Search for you I do
I know you are present, however you refuse
Deny, you do love
Love of mine seems to have left no impression on you
My feelings only hold you as my love
Even though you clearly expressed that our past needs to be erased.
You are so wrong
Misunderstood you have me and my love
Now it feels that as if it was so easy for you to forget me?
Suddenly, my love has forgotten me
How can she do that to me?
I gave her my all
Everything I gave completely
However, at the end I still remain incomplete
Truly incomplete, I do remain
Seems as if life is hell
World has died, search I do for you.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Endured Through Tribulations
I respect and admire those,
Who have gone through a lot...
In their lives.
Whether they have gained names of fame...
Or remain unrecognized.
Especially there are those I appreciate,
Who have endured through tribulations.
And have stayed away from becoming judgemental.
Or self serving.
As if they had lived unneedlessly sacrificial.
And yet there are others who are blessed,
To remain uncentered expressing unhappiness.
Offering unsolicited opinions...
Dressed in digressive selfish shallowness.
With a controlling as if all knowing.
I respect and admire those,
Who have gone through a lot...
In their lives.
Whether they have gained names of fame...
Or remain unrecognized.
And I am not surprised at all,
To hear them say...
How they have managed to stand up straight,
To force themselves to walk tall.
People like this,
Get my respect unlimited!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trust Was Taken, Memories Remain
i wonder why i can't find love,
than i wonder if i will ever trust somebody enough,
to ever get close to me,
it don't seem fair,
that i'm left with bad memories,
mostly on how to truely love somebody,
but i can't change my past,
i've been trying for so long,
it just not that easy,
i can't just let it go,
like ppl want me to,
it just not that simple,
it like if i told told you to cut your arm,
yet even though it gone,
you are reminded everytime you look at it,
it the same way when i'm reminded of my past,
there are just some things i will never get back,
but it wasn't my choice to make,
yet i'm suffering from it,
life just seem so unfair,
i don't even know how to see the positive,
the more i fight it,
and remain strong,
the harder it fight,
to remain existing,
i don't know what else to do,
not many understand what i go through,
with childhood sexual abuse,
you feel so alone,
out of place with yourself,
just trying to be normal,
the painful truth is,
that it will never be.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Becoming Love
Looking for love.
Love from another.
One to fill my void.
A void that could not be filled.
The void was within myself.
Love has no criteria,
It has no agenda,
It has no motive,
Except to love.
It is void of expectation.
If I were to become it,
Then I could find it anytime.
For it would always be within me.
Our will, seeks to be loved.
God's will, asks us to become love.
Love, attracts love,
Like motive, attracts motive.
Love is for another,
Motive is for self.
You find what you are willing to share,
Or what you are willing to become.
At the end of our time,
The only thing that will remain,
Is the legacy of the love.
That we left behind.
What was given to us,
Goes back to heaven,
To be given back.
To those that remain.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Red book - The Rule Is You Must Say How You Really Feel.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast, it says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Some new so close to you. You must get to know them. Its a game you can slowly win. Bury your true feelings.
Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never to fast, never too fast. It says it won't last burnt by the past. We are all wearing masks. Time to take them off. Stop hiding behind your walls. It cost us all. It will be your down fall. Just another phone call. Meeting the face behind this stall. It has come to a sudden halt.
Reading the read book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Are we trying to hard? Are we faking this march? Are you trying to hide something underneath? Are you look for a little relief? Do you want me, and are afraid to say it? Denying our insides. They can't be alive. They just can't. And go back to the old dance.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of life. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. Memories ignite, previous passions locked up so tight. Are you willing? Are you giving in to obvious feelings. Let me know. And I won't go. Please stop the fruadlent show. Its faking thats so heart breaking. Is your heart aching? How can I make you understand this is your one and only chance. So please lets dance.
Reading the red book. It tries to explain the rules of the past. Never too fast, never too fast. It says it won't last. Burnt by the past. I have been burnt by the past.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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A flower to goodblye
It was late supper i asked you about
a flower but you said how? then I
knew it is your debut how happy
and lucky i was i could have you
The following days the suffer begins to
ruin the compatibility of picture of us
yet i had a conflict but fixed after all
then i found out your own thorn as well
I didn't count that much because I trusted
you and Im the one with miserable
complexity as we knew but more than
a year and stil he has the space over you
Before anything else million times
a flower turn to blue and frequent
arguments passed without serious
talks in any conversation im loser to you
Even long days of tears and sleepless
nights came through still we shared our
'iloveyou', but following days another
storm will put me boiling point and
bad words and ugly me come pointing you
Revenge of you is like lightning curse
striking my balls and realised you keep
him as your fall back and give your flower
same as you what you gave it the last time
Tough to over come the burns you fired
and this scar will remain forever a sign
Words that are unlikely to hear wasn't meant
it is a meaning of unconscious love, a powerful
never been recognized because a flower you
gave was pearl that left me scared.
You are a flower symbol of life and change
your lovely scent and colors means change
your tears when i teared means change
but you are not the flower that want me to stay
you are the flower that want me to walk alone and change.
My flower i kept you in a safe place
but i will let my destiny say to you
I love you Goodbye.
poem by Immanuel Santos
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Books
Books take me to a place like no other
When I'm reading no one else madders
All my problems go away and it's just my books and me.
Books I like that word but when I read
My mom and dad and all my brothers and sisters go away
And I'm left there with no one but a book.
And then I pick it up and the word isn't so empty any more
It's full again. Like when you're a kid and your mom or dad
Come home after a long trip without you and you missed them
And then you're crying, laughing and happy all at the same time.
That how I get with a book I just found.
Happy because it's by my favorite Author but yet sad because
The book ended with questions still in my head.
And laughing because it was funny at one point in the book.
I love that felling when I pick up a book.
How do you fell when you pick up a book?
Happy, sad, a funny felling? You tell me please come on now don't be shy.
poem by Alley Rodriguez
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