Indemnity!
What have I given you in return for your persistence? More earnest
Than the forest fire, burns everything standing in its path to dust.
Whimpers like moany winter wind? While you enjoyed no such leisure.
Constant like the cuckoo's song; woos entire woodland, for an answer
all the length of spring. Ungrateful I'm not! Such largesse deserves
to be returned in kind.Let me pour into your cup life from my reserves
to throb with the pulse of things. Serenity from the reddening dawn's greetings,
soothing balms with the spell of night for the countless meetings & partings
day endures, faith of psalms from the choir of birds singing God bestows on all,
resolve to fight in the burst of the sleeping seed, qualms of delight from frail
first blooms for the freedom of life, ambition of the green mantle's look upward,
a dropp of heaven dreaming on a blade of grass.Treasures these years bestowed.
Hence all I can afford are my wished for years., my heaven -sent gems,
These I give.For I wish you to be known by them.
9THJune-2012
Seema.joglekar
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Beckonings!
Shall I come?
-When the night spills over the threshold of the day
To skim away the pain of the darkest hour.
-Like the loosened strands of pearls, roll into dust
Like glistening dew at dawn, to light our path, come the stars.
Shall I come?
-To pawn the burden of those renegade days
Lying heavy on your eyelids, with the heydays of spring's spell.
-To bid the final day that stood between us
To take her last bow of farewell.
Shall I come?
-Like the proud dew-dropp unsoiled by the dust of life,
Defiant, absorbs to only reflect the beauty rife.
-With the glee of the sapling leaf-burst in the rains,
With sap to defy many a storm, in its gossamer veins.
Shall I come?
-With the mirth of the leaves, in life's joys and pains
Swaying in gladness, immeasurable, in the game of light and shade.
-To brush off the dust, clinging to our weary feet
With the comforting toll of the journey's end, in arms open.
Shall I come?
-Like the breeze spiriting away in a gait of her own,
Further it moves stronger are the bonds to return
Bound to you in my freedom.
Shall I come?
-Like a spurting river impeded by many gorges,
Now rushes to find her own rhythm, strong.
-Like the koel that waits all winter
To bestow spring with her welcome song.
Shall I come?
-To stake a claim to your attentions as the stubborn full Moon sails by,
Accompanies you everywhere, lingers at the corner of your eye.
-To end your wanderings, with the pull of my heartstrings.
-To spit at the stars that keep you awake with their prattle, jarring
Shall I come?
-With my box of frugal treasures that cozily sit;
An armload of moonlight washed in dew,
Stars like gems, throw up a rainbow on cue,
with the promise of a dream in their kiss,
And four seasons wrapped in the swan song of a poetess.
But first, let me leave:
the anguish and despair, of the bygone days of mine,
as one leaves their footwear, outside a shrine.
14th Feb-2012
Seema.joglekar
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Treading Dangerously
When we embarked on this path together
Skies at sunrise and sunset seemed deeper
While our glowing shadows cowered in their blaze
Wary like the spring that's only heard of the winter
I ask the spring -Does the winter ever creep in?
It answers; - I don't know.
Then I realize a daunting question like a mountain stood
On our path, to surmount it, I tried to bridge things my way
At times even with coldness, but I stood rebuffed
Cause you stood on top of the hill in pride, nonchalant
I ask the mountain -Will you stand in my path again?
It answers: - I don't know.
Then I bowed to your ways and prayed
the mountain would go away; it did
but at the back of my mind it did raise it's head
Always looming in the horizon
I ask the horizon-Is it still there?
It answers; - I don't know
Now I was lost in the song of spring & the mirth of the rains
The mountain had lost its edge, yet afraid it's talons could hurt
I hid my dreams in your palm, afraid of being robbed
This was neither the place nor the time to reveal them
You shut your palms tight and shut out all the light
I groped in the darkness with only the stars that whisper
Clueless in the wind shimmering illusions
I waited for you to come through the dark end
And when I reached out I held no hand
Did I err? - I ask the night
It answers- I don't know.
I wait now for you, to throw crumbs my way
Living no moment, but dragging from one to the next
My trail of crumbs has come to an end
Both lost in the trail we made
I ask the trail -Will we find our way back?
It answers: I don't know.
The night is engulfed in darkness and the wind
Is drunk, losing it's head it threatens for blood
This is not the time to rock the seas or tempt fate
The storm is on us, tread carefully
As we wander, you blinded by pride, I by faith
Show yourself or let the seas engulf us
I ask the seas -Did we have to go through this?
It answers -I don't know.
On the trail unable to take one step towards each other
Have we taken a thousand steps away from each other?
The mountain again stood mighty in our path
I ask the trail-will we cross over?
It answers-I don't know.
After a tedious toil, you return holding my dreams
And seat your frail self on the trail
And eagerly look at me,
Holding you by the hand leading you on,
I answer-'Come! Mountain or no mountain,
If you think I can- I can'
Seema.J
1st-April-2012
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Flying With Flare Wings
The sun beam spreading every morning and the birds are singing lovely song
Misty came Betweenth Mountain the dame is dropping among cluster of keepers hang
The blooming blossomed petal sparkles by dew spreading
The cascade with canoes floating among dawn the breeze blowing
The life is resuming between strange environments heritage
Flying with flare wing how much avoid people ever green forest it's so much nice
How much cruel killing animal by them weapon who name hunters among strange creative
The end of bio every will be who is really owner who will be are they defeated people
Whence will coming true victory among every nation and every wild animal with sea fish
Every one sleeping with dreaming they never war ship for strange creative only hatch
The sun beam is never off its watching everything with return to new world of faith
Many of thing roaming in outer space all though all of thing never stars couldn't keep faith
Many hundred years ago the many of poetic are making of poem about wonder full sky
They never blink eyes with starry heaven war ships which of god dwell every day
They were living long age in the world within bid of environment beauty
Believe the noble persons or Christy never will be back to world among nasty
poem by Inguruwatta Pushpadewa
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Art of Hope
Seed of dandelion, the clover leaf
The meteor shower, the dropp of feather
The crossed fingers, the lucky charm
The bright evenstar, the full rainbow
The offering hand, the small touch
A simple word, a hint of smile
A silent company, constant warmth
A tiny happiness, a little wish
In the spring’s call, in the autumn’s fall
In the summer’s laugh, in the long winter
In the lonely night, in the dawn light
In the darkest hour, in the moment of victory
Water in the desert, fire in the forest
The whispering wind, the beat of earth
The kiss of sun, the canopy of tree
Climbing the cold mountain, running in green meadow
The power to change, the energy to heal
The strength of faith, the freedom of will
The dream journey, undying love
The future seeker, the eternal spirit
In the lack of air, in the edge of despair
In the blinding storm, in the fragile heart
In the strict rule, in the harsh rejection
In the short of time, in the world of lie
Even the world called you crazy
Even you drowned in sand and sea
Even you should walk a thousand miles
Even you face the impossible fight
Don’t give up, don’t ever give up!
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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O! Spring
O! Spring
Come O! Storm of spring with prowess of youth
Come at budded life of spring coloring the mind
Young soul come
Come being sprinted on leafless tree.
Come O! Spring, come with fierce storm
Come singing the song of earth and man.
Burring fire in eyes offering great homage of block
Downing own self may be own
The sorrow, the hardship, the agitated way-
Great soul of heavenly happiness is sleeping at every seed
Fruit or seed first- who will answer?
As essential the sun the woman is to that extent.
Does river loses its soul when mix with sea?
Does every cloud cusses rainfall?
O! Spring, through any road you move
Homage of flower blooms at every road of those!
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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Why Love?
Nature dazzles the bewitched eye,
With splashing colours of a rainbow -on fire in the copper sky,
With cascading waterfall- flirts a roving butterfly,
With shooting stars banished-to light up the Milky Way,
With a hovering humming bird that belittles the peacock dancing in the rain,
With glowing fire-flies—on their backs hold torch to a visionary dream.
Nature disperses the incense of fragrances,
Of a damasked rose-held together by reckless thorns,
Of coy jasmines-blooming only in the twilight of false dawn,
Of sandalwood limbs-where lie twined the vilest snakes,
Of earthy smells-wrought of dry earth in summer rain,
Of spring flavors—ripped, ooze out in their best form, when treaded upon.
Nature plays tenors to the patient ear on tinsel wings,
In birds calls-mountains echo in the wee hours of the morning,
In a shepherd’s song—thaws to tears the simmering heat,
In whispering trees—shedding leaves in the stillness of the forest,
In pounding waves –shores sing their victory over lost distances,
In pattering rain — from heaven’s lowered eye-lids the foliage bears the bruises.
Nature’s largesse—offerings to a savoring tongue,
The ripest fruit—harbors the loathsome slithering worm,
The sweetest grape—wrought from the most twisted tortured vines,
The Honey sweet nectar—stolen from ten thousand flower's confines,
The morning dew—lands with a stony thud onto the blossoms still beating breast,
The berries bountiful of prime spring – clothe nature in her wedding dress.
Nature is the hand of God ruffling earth, sometimes in mirth;
With the passing of this entire birth, in my arms I could measure it’s girth,
Still miss—and turn my living soul to stone;
To be reborn with my heightened vision of his melancholy art,
He did put love in my heart!
x-x-x
Seema.Joglekar
5th Dec-2009
poem by Seema joglekar
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With A Song In My Heart
Verse 1
Though I know that we meet evry night
And we couldnt heve change since the last time,
To my joy and delight,
Its a new kind of love at first sight.
Though its you and its I all the time
Evry meetings marvelous pastime.
Youre increasingly sweet,
So whenever we happened to met
I greet you ...
Refrain
With a song in my heart
I behold your adorable face.
Just a song at the start
But it soon is a hymn to your grace.
When the music swells
Im touching you hand
It tells that yourre standing near, and ..
At the sound of your voice
Heaven opens his portals to me.
Can I help but rejoice
That a song such as ours came to be?
But I always knew
I would live life through
With a song in my heart for you.
Verse 2
Oh, the moons not a moon for a night
And these stars will not twinkle and fade out,
And the words in my ears
Will resound for the rest of my years.
In the morning I find with delight
Not a note of our music is played out.
It will be just as sweet,
And an air that Ill live to repeat:
I greet you ...
Refrain
With a song in my heart
I behold your adorable face.
Just a song at the start
But it soon is a hymn to your grace.
When the music swells
Im touching you hand
It tells that youre standing near, and ..
At the sound of your voice
Heaven opens his portals to me.
Can I help but rejoice
That a song such as ours came to be?
But I always knew
I would live life through
With a song in my heart for you.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Spring Time Is Coming
Beautiful Spring is coming,
Ah, yes, will soon be here,
For the clear bright sun is shining
All human hearts to cheer.
One the brightest gems of nature
Is the orb that o'er us shines,
And o'er the wide creation,
It'll shine to the end of time.
The birds will soon be singing
On shrub and bough of trees,
Their notes will soon be ringing
Out, forth so merrily.
They love the merry spring time,
Those little birds we love,
They love the pleasant sunshine
That comes down from above.
We can hear them sweetly singing
From early morn, till night.
They make music in the woodland
Those little birds; so bright,
We should dearly love them,
Those little harmless things,
And when we hear their music,
We know that it is spring.
Ah; it's pleasant in the springtime,
All nature seems so gay.
Bright flowers in the sunshine,
Sweet fragrance can display.
The hills, and dales, and meadows,
So beautifully covered o'er;
With natures richest verdure,
The green grass, as of yore.
The winter will soon be over,
With its cold and chilly winds.
It is sad and dreary ever,
Yet its dying, free from sin.
Now the springtime is coming,
Ah, yes, will soon be here.
We will welcome in its coming
In this glad new year.
poem by Julia A Moore
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A Split Second!
When my unbidden years pass you for a split second, pause,
Like a column of stars rushing past the evening star, cause,
In the haze of their ageless vigil, you, to seem more distant.
Heart's seen you many a times, calls, love-lit lamps tolerant,
Patience stops time. Heart believes, mind more familiar with absence,
Wary- prevails. The flora must recognize, on the bee, her fragrance,
Making its way in mischievous things, though it floats in the wind,
Head held high must learn to lay its sword, stoop, hug & bend.
To the night it's losing of a few dew drops, but to me; sacrifice,
At the altar of pride. First glance, a blow of pain, a roll of dice,
A second is needed to show your face, in the candle that keeps vigil.
Both looked in sad disbelief, one spoke: 'Return a bit of our love,
That keeps the heart still, and counts not, but bows to its captor,
Steadies; for the winnin'of apathy or grasp of his hand in its failure.
Seema.joglekar
7th June-2012
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A Waking Dream!
As if the horrors of the day weren’t enough,
The night comes with it’s reprisal of torment,
Where nothing stirs in its darkest depths,
But the waking dream of a sullen heart.
A dream that eludes by the day,
Shies away in the world’s ghastly stare,
By the horns night wrestles it to stay,
The waking is what I cannot bare.
If not for the dark night.
Is taken for granted- the sunlight,
IWho would ponder on the sting of the blight?
If not for the rain’s delight.
Who could afford to lay a dream?
If not for those sublime celestial things.
If not for those flights of the mind,
Who would dare soar over those mundane things?
As every ray casts a shadow and a doubt;
One is always needed to balance the other out.
There in the woods I retreat,
Among those leaves that have their final purpose met,
But mine is yet to begin;
Waiting for spring to throw a riot.
As every tree must wear many a winter’s wreaths,
So must every life carry a few resigned breaths.
The dread that makes me yell your name
Paler with fright of the waiting game.
What I wouldn’t say in the light of day
Night takes liberty to cast away,
So that in my pathless way you would stray,
To undo the wrong &put an end to night by day.
With a kiss upon your brow,
Let the New Year sing,
How could my days be a dream?
If I call your name waking!
x-----x----x
Seena.Joglekar-26thDec-10
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Till You Come!
I will be the gurgling stream,
Surmounting all your hurdles, I shall unwind,
By the head I will drown a hundred sorrows,
And lend you the quiet mind.
I will be a distant star,
On all your sojourns my lights shall burn,
Ask me for whom I shine, for a hundred light years,
And your name, they shall not learn.
I will be the dark night,
Wait till the moon returns every fortnight,
Watch over you with my ten thousand stars,
Till the dawn restores light.
I will be the bird’s call,
In my dawn song sing your praises & promises,
But in none of those ten thousand notes shall fall,
The skip my heart misses.
I will be the blue skies,
That gives your each day a new expression,
Up there lie written a thousand sighs,
And you can’t erase one.
I shall be the gentle breeze,
Seeking you, glide through all your paths chosen,
In my path bend a thousand blades of grass,
And not rest on one.
I will be the tender blossom,
Like a string of dewy pearls wear all your burden,
In a day’s deadline, brave a thousand woes,
And not cushion from one.
I will be the mighty river,
Thirsting to meet the sea, rush driven,
Let thousand springs flow in my path,
I shall not quench from one.
I shall be the raging storm,
Through me all your tempers shall run,
I will rumple the hair on a thousand trees,
And not uproot one.
I will be the brilliant rainbow,
Where ever your dreams have trodden,
In ten thousand wishes, gift you all my colors,
And not save one.
I will be the spring,
Paint you flowers as bright as a beacon,
Shall brave the wrath of a hundred winters,
And not a leaf will I burn.
I will be the bumble bee,
And whine away all your inattentions
Shall steal the scent of a thousand perfumes,
And not breathe of one.
I will be the cool wind,
That wraps around you in the sun,
I will part a hundred clouds,
And not drench in one.
TILL YOU COME!
x--x--x
Seema.Joglekar.
5th Dec -2009
poem by Seema joglekar
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No Frontiers
If life is a river and your heart is a boat
And just like a water baby baby born to float
And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high
And your heart is Amelia dying to fly
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
And if life is a bar room in which we must wait
'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates
Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates
And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
That somehow this black night
Feels warmer for the spark
Warmer for the spark
To hold us 'til the day
When fear will lose it's grip
And heaven has its way
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails
And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right
And your heart is the pure flame of man's constant night
In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
That somehow this black night
Feels warmer for the spark
Warmer for the spark
To hold us 'til the day
When fear will lose it's grip
And heaven has its way
And heaven has its way
When all will harmonise
And you know what's in our hearts
The dream will realise
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
song performed by by The Corrs from MTV Unplugged
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Song (Untitled #13)
Under boughs of breathing May,
In the mild spring-time I lay,
Lonely, for I had no love;
And the sweet birds all sang for pity,
Cuckoo, lark, and dove.
Tell me, cuckoo, then I cried,
Dare I woo and wed a bride?
I, like thee, have no home-nest;
And the twin notes thus tuned their ditty, -
'Love can answer best.'
Nor, warm dove with tender coo,
Have I thy soft voice to woo,
Even were a damsel by;
And the deep woodland crooned its ditty, -
'Love her first and try.'
Nor have I, wild lark, thy wing,
That from bluest heaven can bring
Bliss, whatever fate befall;
And the sky-lyrist trilled this ditty, -
'Love will give thee all.'
So it chanced while June was young,
Wooing well with fervent song,
I had won a damsel coy;
And the sweet birds that sang for pity,
Jubileed for joy.
poem by George Meredith
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Angel Of Mercy
Well theres a peter pan moon shepards delight
I got to drag in at noon and won the fight
I want my reward in heaven tonight
Just like you promised
Angel of mercy youll come to no harm
Angel of mercy theres no need for alarm
The knight in his armor wants a night in your arms
You know hes honest
Angel of mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword wont you give me the right sweet angel
Well now its too late for talking we can talk later on
Let the saxophone play us until the chorus of dawn
All I need is a little oblivion
You dont need protection
Here comes the moonlight down on your bed
Angel of mercy let your heart rule your head
I dont want your money I want you instead
Dont need rejection
Angel of mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword wont you give me the right
Angel of mercy give me heaven tonight
Well if you cross your heart and spit
And swear upon the grave of your mother
You got to get in the hit
Tell me that Im your all night lover
Angel of mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword wont you give me the right
Angel of mercy give me heaven tonight
Angel of mercy angel delight
Give me my reward in heaven tonight
And if I give up my sword wont you give me the right
Angel of mercy give me heaven tonight
song performed by by Dire Straits
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Hide 'N' Seek
Between the moon‘n'cloud, the hedge‘n'flower, the lightning‘n' thunder,
Each playing on the other's fervor, suffering's a virtue they honor,
Bound together, confident of the other, in thrill of a boundless chase,
In the rhythm of touch ‘n' go, with a limitless thirst for an embrace,
Happy -destined to be a plaything, return for assurance, yet stall,
But mortal we remain. To love that well, break the spell, let fall,
A sign, or the year's disguises-glimpses, shall stand in between & rout
In the dust of meetings ‘n' partings, we corrode away in doubt,
Like a stricken deer, pursuer out of sight, loses purpose in its gait,
Why must one hide and the other always seek, settle for a toss of fate?
Play not with my heart, it may not shatter or break,
Lose me not to habit, it may simply lose the power to ache
Miracles they can believe in, under his celestial sky, we make it a little easier.
To them, time says it's merciful, I still vouch—''No! You Are''.
poem by Seema joglekar
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I Want
To welcome you into my kingdom & shut out the sea,
Where on every cascading tree &sun-filled path,
sing chirpy birds & bumble bees,
To fill with their glee all your sensibilities,
An altar lit by your steadfast faith in me.
Here I slide down the walls of a flower cup,
Like the dew, collect in their receptacle
And catch you wink in the glint of the sun,
The intrigue in your eyes unload their burden.
Here rocks brood on the imperative to act,
Like your nearness binds me in a spell distraught,
Waving fields bare open to serene skies,
Only those in love could know of such wantonness.
Here I run my fingers through the satin grass,
the wind cannot break,
As I lay down, lost in their trampled immensity,
nothing can shake,
In a fog burned by the morning sun, wish you were there,
In its breath only your words come to warm the ache.
Here on a faint wind, the pining moon floats, dragging wispy clouds,
Carrying your voice, throws a soft light of stupor beneath,
To play in whispers around my shoulders,
Was that your laughter shading my grief?
Putting words to my feelings and embers under my feet.
Here at the edge of the cliff I live the dare,
Till you return every time you turn away,
Firm in my faith like the tawny leaf fluttering away,
Not giving in, even after the season’s languid sway.
Here expectant I count the scales of the mackerel sky,
Watch the lotus balance atop the water’s edge
Under the summer skies tamed into surrender by the rainbows,
With blossoms burst into easy laughter & easy tears,
in a measure of time’s wedge.
Here I rest on pillows stuffed with old spells of happy days,
Waking at night & muttering at dawn like the creatures of the night.
Every half shut bud in half a dream carries your smile to my lips,
A wonder that also holds the trusting butterflies aloft.
Here soar our dreams like colored birds, our playthings
The price of our lives the wax in our wings,
Today I want to lead you by the hand & take you there,
When I shall return to life without having lived
-Here to lie down in your shade-.
23rd October-2010
poem by Seema joglekar
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Dedication
THE SEA gives her shells to the shingle,
The earth gives her streams to the sea;
They are many, but my gift is single,
My verses, the firstfruits of me.
Let the wind take the green and the grey leaf,
Cast forth without fruit upon air;
Take rose-leaf and vine-leaf and bay-leaf
Blown loose from the hair.
The night shakes them round me in legions,
Dawn drives them before her like dreams;
Time sheds them like snows on strange regions,
Swept shoreward on infinite streams;
Leaves pallid and sombre and ruddy,
Dead fruits of the fugitive years;
Some stained as with wine and made bloody,
And some as with tears.
Some scattered in seven years’ traces,
As they fell from the boy that was then;
Long left among idle green places,
Or gathered but now among men;
On seas full of wonder and peril,
Blown white round the capes of the north;
Or in islands where myrtles are sterile
And loves bring not forth.
O daughters of dreams and of stories
That life is not wearied of yet,
Faustine, Fragoletta, Dolores,
Félise and Yolande and Juliette,
Shall I find you not still, shall I miss you,
When sleep, that is true or that seems,
Comes back to me hopeless to kiss you,
O daughters of dreams?
They are past as a slumber that passes,
As the dew of a dawn of old time;
More frail than the shadows on glasses,
More fleet than a wave or a rhyme.
As the waves after ebb drawing seaward,
When their hollows are full of the night,
So the birds that flew singing to me-ward
Recede out of sight.
The songs of dead seasons, that wander
On wings of articulate words;
Lost leaves that the shore-wind may squander,
Light flocks of untameable birds;
Some sang to me dreaming in class-time
And truant in hand as in tongue;
For the youngest were born of boy’s pastime,
The eldest are young.
Is there shelter while life in them lingers,
Is there hearing for songs that recede,
Tunes touched from a harp with man’s fingers
Or blown with boy’s mouth in a reed?
Is there place in the land of your labour,
Is there room in your world of delight,
Where change has not sorrow for neighbour
And day has not night?
In their wings though the sea-wind yet quivers,
Will you spare not a space for them there
Made green with the running of rivers
And gracious with temperate air;
In the fields and the turreted cities,
That cover from sunshine and rain
Fair passions and bountiful pities
And loves without stain?
In a land of clear colours and stories,
In a region of shadowless hours,
Where earth has a garment of glories
And a murmur of musical flowers;
In woods where the spring half uncovers
The flush of her amorous face,
By the waters that listen for lovers,
For these is there place?
For the song-birds of sorrow, that muffle
Their music as clouds do their fire:
For the storm-birds of passion, that ruffle
Wild wings in a wind of desire;
In the stream of the storm as it settles
Blown seaward, borne far from the sun,
Shaken loose on the darkness like petals
Dropt one after one?
Though the world of your hands be more gracious
And lovelier in lordship of things
Clothed round by sweet art with the spacious
Warm heaven of her imminent wings,
Let them enter, unfledged and nigh fainting,
For the love of old loves and lost times;
And receive in your palace of painting
This revel of rhymes.
Though the seasons of man full of losses
Make empty the years full of youth,
If but one thing be constant in crosses,
Change lays not her hand upon truth;
Hopes die, and their tombs are for token
That the grief as the joy of them ends
Ere time that breaks all men has broken
The faith between friends.
Though the many lights dwindle to one light,
There is help if the heaven has one;
Though the skies be discrowned of the sunlight
And the earth dispossessed of the sun,
They have moonlight and sleep for repayment,
When, refreshed as a bride and set free,
With stars and sea-winds in her raiment,
Night sinks on the sea.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Undertow
The curtains are drawn
Now the fire warms the room.
Meanwhile outside
Wind from the north-east chills the air,
It will soon be snowing out there.
And some there are
Cold, they prepare for a sleepless night.
Maybe this will be their last fight.
But were safe in each others embrace,
All fears go out as I look on your face -
Better think awhile
Or I may never think again.
If this were the last day of your life, my friend,
Tell me, what do you think you would do then?
Stand up to the blow that fate has struck upon you,
Make the most of all you still have coming to you, [or]
Lay down on the ground and let the tears run from you,
Crying to the grass and trees and heaven finally on your knees
Let me live again, let life come find me wanting.
Spring must strike again against the shield of winter.
Let me feel once more the arms of love surround me,
Telling me the dangers past, I need not fear the icy blast again.
Laughter, music and perfume linger here
And there, and there,
Wine flows from flask to glass and mouth,
As it soothes, confusing our doubts.
And soon we feel,
Why do a single thing to-day,
Theres tomorrow sure as Im here.
So the days they turn into years
And still no tomorrow appears.
Better think awhile
Or I may never think again.
If this were the last day of your life, my friend,
Tell me, what do you think you would do then?
Stand up to the blow that fate has struck upon you,
Make the most of all you still have coming to you, [or]
Lay down on the ground and let the tears run from you,
Crying to the grass and trees and heaven finally on your knees
Let me live again, let life come find me wanting.
Spring must strike again against the shield of winter.
Let me feel once more the arms of love surround me,
Telling me the dangers past, I need not fear the icy blast again.
song performed by by Genesis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Faith ! ! ! !
Is an oyster lying curled &calm,
Down at the deep sea bottom,
Conceding to none of the surface storms
To fluster its placid pink coral dream.
How remorseless the tempest that whips,
The shell that gathers the sheen,
Of the patient jewel hidden within,
In many a lost soul keeps the light burning.
Away from stone-eyes of doubt &blank misgivings,
In unrewarded Obscurity, whispers to each passing grain,
With promises of heights to attain, burns brightness in each trapped grain,
Washed in a dropp of tear, testifies not to the dust from which it came.
--Forged to outshine the rendition of stars,
Takes nothing from me,
But trains me to walk on water.
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SEEMA.JOGLEKAR
1st April-2010
poem by Seema joglekar
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Rapture?
...A float in Holy Waters of The Jordon...
Or cleansed, by the zephyrs of new Spring-
...My spirit blends, as the Angels ascend...
While goodness and mercy, are on the wing!
Filled to full with the deepest blue-
The velvet sky denies the cloud-
...But welcomes in and through-
The melodies, of sweet song birds-aloud!
...Singing their Psalms of early morn...
Praising our butter-yellow Sun-
...Breathing mystical magic all over our Earth...
Almost, as if, a New Heaven has begun!
...A Heaven, perhaps on Earth?
Divine and promised to us someday-
...'Tis this the scene, for things to come? ...
When The Rapture, has made its way?
...When all things old and still sin-filled...
Die off, and disappear in a glow?
...And a New Heaven 'tis born to this Earth?
While together, The Saved and God grow?
poem by Theodora Onken
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