The Solitary Reaper..by william Wordsworth

Behold her, single in the field,

Yon solitary Highland Lass !

Reaping and singing by herself ;

Stop here, or gently pass !

Alone she cuts and binds the grain,

And sings a melancholy strain ;

O listen ! for the vale profound

Is overflowing with the sound.

No nightingale did ever chaunt

More welcome notes to weary bands

Of travellers in some shady haunt,

Among Arabian sands :

A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard

In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,

Breaking the silence of the seas

Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings ? –

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

For old, unhappy, far-off things,

And battles long ago :

Or is it some more humble lay,

Familiar matter of to-day ?

Some natural sorry, loss, or pain,

That has been, and may be again ?

Whate’er the theme, the maiden sang

As if her song could have no ending ;

I saw her singing at her work,

And o’er the sickle bending ; –

I listened, motionless and still ;

And, as I mounted up the hill,

The music in my heart I bore,

Long after it was heard no more. Noone..and I mean noone in this world can describe beauty in such a way. Wordsworth is magical..Ohh..I yearn to have a way with words like this

If- by Rudyard kIpling

If you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 
But make allowance for their doubting too; 
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, 
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, 
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; 
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; 
If you can meet with triumph and disaster 
And treat those two imposters just the same; 
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken 
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, 
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 
And lose, and start again at your beginnings 
And never breath a word about your loss; 
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 
To serve your turn long after they are gone, 
And so hold on when there is nothing in you 
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; 
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; 
If all men count with you, but none too much; 
If you can fill the unforgiving minute 
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - 
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, 
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! 

Again a beautiful one..Rudyard Kipling at his best

The Quiet Life..by Alexander Pope

Happy the man whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound,

Content to breathe his native air

in his own ground

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread

whose flocks supply him attire;

whose trees in summer yield him shiled

in winter fire

blest who run uncorn'dly find

Hours, days and years slide softly away

in health of body, peace of mind

quiet by day

Sound sleep by night, study and ease

Together mixt sweet recreation

and innocence which most does please

with meditation

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown

Thus unlamented let me die

steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie....

One of my favorites...written by Alexander Pope...His last lines especially are beautiful in the truest sense.

Mother- Your World

On a cold summer of afternoon

I shudder by the chill of the fire raging on ground

I look around to find warmth hope

But all I get is despair pain and hurt

 

O mother! What has your dear world come to?

                I still remember the beauty that it possessed

The angel and nymphs who roamed about

                Ahh it was such a good time

 

What has this happened now?

                Where are the angels and the devils?

I see people living in their deaths

I see lust has become greater than love

 

Ahh! The rain brings famines with it

                It drenches me dry of all hope

The sun beats down on me and sends shivers down my spine

                I shudder at the desolateness

 

Ahh! My dear mother

                The world was so beautiful from your lap

Where have you gone?

                Hide me; Put me in your lap

For I shall live but its always a beautiful world from your eyes……

A God...

A warm protective envelope covers me

Ohh! I was terrified

The spiral had engulfed me taking me down an endless pit

But what is this sweet smell all around me

Now I see her

Ahh! Her beauty makes me go blind

Her face radiates like a thousand jewels on the tiara of an exquisite beauty

A beauty for its not just her face but her entire self

Feels like the moon has borrowed the soothing light & heat of the sun

Her deeds make Gods feel like lesser mortals

I wonder at the presence of such an angel at me

O’ my dear I pray to you

For you give me with such immense joy

I am ashamed for I never give her anything back

The only thing I give her is pain and sorrow

I rub my eyes and find my mother smiling back at me

Dear mother I worship you and for sorrow

God did love Satan…… JJJJ(Old habits die hard) (It’s difficult to change)

A Gift of Love and Pain

I stand here alone, wet in a dark alley

Thinking how did a charmed prince ever set foot in such a puddle

 

Ahh! I reminiscence the days of my glory

Days of my love, fun and frolic

& Days that had you.

 

I cannot help but feel pangs of pain

Not to find you there with me……

 

And then it strikes me

That the gulf that I stand in front of is no God’s creation

It is but a distance between our hearts….

 

Why? Why my dear? Why did you choose to listen to your head?

It was me who was supposed to be practical

But when it came to striking the final blow

The dagger that you plunged in me poisoned me…

 

I see love around me,

Warmth envelopes me

But still I find myself in a cocoon of pain and shame

My heart still bleeds when I see you

My heart still leaps with joy when I see you smile

But then I realize the smile dies when you see me……

 

 

What did I do my love?

            What crime did I commit?

Was I possessive or was I selfish?

            Why is that you punish me for society’s wisdom?

Or is it that I was never good enough for you?

 

The love that you taught me to give

            Laughs at me, mocks me, scoffs me

For it knows that I have failed you.

 

I stand here stripped, bare and pauper

            And then it strikes me

The gift that you have given me

            Is a gift that I shall always cherish.

 

They to make a lost love great

            It is best to love everyone…

 

So today my love

            I promise you this

I shall love everyone

            And know this that I shall never be loved back.

 

Till the day I can, I shall love

             And I shall bear the pain of not loving you

And the day I am no longer capable of loving anyone

            I shall die loving you but hating myself

My love, my dear, my heart

 

Remember this, there shall be no one like you ever

            For the love that you have given me makes me live

But the hurt that you have given me shall never let me live.

 

Unfinished Beauty

Far Far away

                In the wilderness of my thoughts

I hear an isolated strand of music

                floating around with a pleasing abandon

 

I walk in the aisle of my imagination

                Decorated with balls of light of my joy

The sun of my knowledge warms me

                And the moon of my calmness cools me

 

The glow from sunflower field fills me

                And the poppy fields lull me into a stupor

I walk across these fields with the breeze on my face

                And then I stand on the high moors with the world at my feet

 

Ahh! Listen to that….

                Listen to the melodies of your thought

Listen to the symphony that your heart sings

                Listen to the music of your soul

 

Listen, Listen my love

                And then you shall feel the glory of yourself

You shall realize the beauty that lies within

                And then you shall realize how beautiful you really are.

Ahh!

Ahh! The vagaries of life

The ups and downs of life

They never tell you when they would come.

Ahh! The ups they feel like going down a slope

In an exhilarating, fast, adrenaline pumping ride

All the enjoyment, the flush, excitement, raw pleasure

You can ever imagine is what you receive…

But no rides last long……

It’s the downs…..

That feels like climbing up the Everest

And on reaching the summit a sense of hollowness that sets in

No matter how long my ups may be…..

Why is it always that the downs cast a shadow longer than any Goliath…..

Maybe it’s the sense of hollowness that grips you…..

Or maybe it’s the feeling whether what you did during your ups.…..

The best part is you are left wondering whether what you did during your ups was anything but worthwhile.

The uncertainty that grips you rips you of your confidence

To me this uncertainty seems unending……

Extend Thy hands and hold me for I am a son of yours…..

Lead me to light and not to these two crooks…

Lead me to knowledge and wisdom which extends beyond this…..

O Father! Lift me and save my soul from the eternal fire of worldliness……

Protect me from vices and if not yourself make me but a shadow of yourself

Hope-When I walk Alone

Lonely I walk across the barren lands

Filled with tears of the clouds

Muddies down to the very heart of Mother Heart

 

It seems as if all has been lost

And there is nothing left to fight for

The light dazzles your eyes to create an

Illusion of darkness around you

The very sources of happiness have become

Harbingers of sorrow

And who is to fight them and with what?

 

But I know that stopping to take in

This desolate view would do me no good

My sympathizing for this unfortunate turn of events

Would be wasted entirely

Nobody knows it better than me

The ghosts of the past are best left in their graves

Amidst all this I see a tiny leaf

Spring out of the hardest of the rocks

 

A streak of darkness covers

The blinding night helping me to see

Autumn finally comes into full bloom

To replace spring

Which seems to have forgotten its duties…

 

And suddenly I am surrounded by leaves

All over the ground

The leaves maybe

The trees maybe barren

And the people would think of death all around

 

But for a lonely traveler

It speaks of new beginnings

 

For now there will be

New leaves

The world

Will start again afresh

 

Looking at all this

I am filled with hope

And buoyed with this feeling I start my journey again

Clinging to the trappings of new life

 

I know I walk alone in this journey

And I know I shall be alone forever

But one day when I look back

I will know that

HOPE never left me

 

And that is the feeling

I will always cherish in my dear little heart

Why Did You Leave Me?

In the vast expanses of dry & hot desert

I walk aimlessly looking for the love

That we once had, the love which drenched us with sweet water of comfort

The love that kept us going

Now it seems to me all is lost since you are not here

I feel like a chicken searching frantically for the needle in the hay stack to sew up a couple of wings for me

It does not feel right to me that I am here & you have been taken away from me

My heart broke a million pieces the day you looked at me with no love in your eyes

O my sweet love what happened to us

We were so happy within ourselves

We had weathered so many storms together then how come a breeze destroyed everything we had

My dear come back to me for I am as complete without you as any dish without salt,

As any English tea without milk, as any army without its general, as any garden without its flowers, as any child without its mother

What can I say about the circumstances in which we separated?

You felt it was right to go but how can you tear the heart out of a man & expect him to live & not die

& how can you expect the heart to live without its body

My love come back to me for there are some things in this in this world no matter how wrong they seem to everyone are meant to be together

It does not matter whether you like it or not but there are some relationships that have to be made to work

It does not matter how much work they take for it never matters because the end result is always sweeter than the sweetest of the candies

Hoping that one day you will come to terms with this reality but I also hope that it does not take a lot of time

For one day I will not be there………………………………..

 

 

My Dreams, My Fears

In the wicked flickering light of candle

I see a figure of pristine beauty walk by

The shadow plays a game of wits with me

Which I lose gladly

 

The weak light bounces off your ivory skin

Which glows in the darkness of night and day

When the sun shines upon you

Its like showing a lamp to the sun itself

 

Those carefree wasps of hair

Which adorn you haughtily

As if a tiara of diamonds and precious stones

Has been placed on you

When the thick strands of dark hair fall on your face

It seems as if the moon is hiding behind the curtains of darkness

 

Your smile is like the first rays of dawn

Falling on the yawning half awake

 Dew laden leaves

The teeth glisten like pearls

Encrusted between two rose petals- your lips

 

 

 

 

 

You are the beauty of my dreams

You are the purest of my imaginations

But when I think about you I shudder

That if the merest of thought

About you are so beautiful

Then how beautiful you maybe in real life

 

I despair in these wild thoughts

It pains me that when I really meet you

I would be so dumbstruck

That I wont be able to speak in front of you

 

It pains me to think that you beauty

Which excites me, makes me sing songs of love

Would also hold me back

When I come near you

 

But I still wait to catch that one glimpse of you

And in that one glimpse

I pray to God that you look into my eyes

My heart and everything around us

 

For in my eyes, my heart and everything around us

You shall find my love for you

Flowing like a river

Which has broken its barrage

And is ready to feel free

My dear love

Until then

The candle will flicker

Amd when I meet you

I shall blow it out.

 

 

Lost Love

Behold the beauty of autumn

            Such desolateness, such hopelessness.

The trees stripped to their bones

            And the dead leaves surround you

The silence of the chirpy bird irks you

            The quiet if swings moves you.

 

But then all the wise men say

            All good things come to an end

Every sunrise shall have a sunset

            Every thing DIES…….

 

So still why do we moan?

Why do we wail?

Why do we feel cheated in face of death?

            And why do we fear the inevitable?

 

Songs are sung for those

            Epics are written for those

Heroes are made out of them

            All those who never feared death.

 

Why do I talk about death?

            When Lord has given me a life to make out of it?

Why do I think of the end?

            When I haven’t started yet?

These are but the ranting of an empty mind

            A man bogged down by failures

A chipped stone thrown away by the sculptor

            A bird with lost will and a broken wing

 

Is this because my dear heart sees autumn

            And across the fence spring blooms in full glory

 

Is it because I am alone and cold

            And the rest are merry and happy

 

Is it because I am hated and loathed

            And the rest are loved and love  all

 

Aah! My dear little heart

            Console yourself, take a grip of yourself

I know you see autumn today

            And the star of your hope is shrouded by clouds

 

It is a dark night indeed my dear

            When in the wilderness I am alone

I see her, I feel her…… Aah! I think bout her

            And then I realize how false my aspirations are

 

My dreams, my hopes, my aspirations

            Are all crushed beneath the disappointments of my life

 

It is then the most painful realization hits me

            The glasshouse of your love is shattered by the stones of truth

 

I always thought that the biggest low of mine

            Would to love and not be loved back

Even hated and loathed would have sufficed

 

But now I realize, there is something worse than it

            And you my dear have made me realize that

It is to love and then get to know

            That your are as worthless as the straw in the hut of a villager to her

 

My love….why this harsh punishment?

 

Oh! I could have face hatred

            I could have accepted not being loved.

 

But such cruelty

            I wander around as an orphaned child

Who has lost his candy

            Imagine…just imagine my love

I am that orphaned child

            And you- my love, are more important to me than that candy

 

Ohh! I’ll scamper around

            Broken, wilted by the indifference

Yet laden with false pride

            And sheer laughable sense of invincibility

 

Aah! I shall wear my armor day in and day out

            I shall walk in the battle everyday

But remember my dear-

            The chink in my armor is what you have given me

 

The knife stabbed in my heart

            Throbs with the pain of your indifference

 

Ohh! I shall love

            I shall always love my dear

But never again will you know that

            For its your laugh and smile that you think are yours

Shall be my gift to you…….

 

So go my love…breathe…laugh…smile

            Whereas I’ll wilt away, reduced to ashes…..

 

Just anither one of your suitor who bites the dust