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Thursday, 6 March 2014
Meri MAA Ki Dua'on Ne Balao Ko Rok Rakha Hai.....
LOVE YOU MOM
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Sunday, 5 January 2014
Adaa QatiL, niGah QatiL
Adaa QatiL, niGah QatiL, zubaan QatiL, baYaan QatiL....
btaa Qatil, kaha jaon...??? jahan jaon waha QatiL,
Friday, 3 January 2014
I may not always tell you how much love you;
I may not always tell you how much
love you; but I do… I may not always tell you that
are beautiful;
I do…
but
I may not always tell you that
imagine life without you; but I am telling you now… I love you;I really do…
Saturday, 9 November 2013
I wish to sleep inside your eyes
I wish to sleep inside your eyes
Journey with you on slumber chariot across the skies
Suspending briefly for the kissing interludes
We'd practice our musical etudes
Whole night playing ,playing tirelessly
Till steam would break free under the fingers
I'm beneath your eye's roof protective shield
Seeing the intricate kaleidoscope of dreams
Rich in the golds, rusts, greens like Indian sari
Telling the stories of agile hands embossed in mehndi
And when the night seals herself in treasure box
Quietly relaxing there till the next shift arrive
You part eyelashes curtain awaking to my eyes
Both of us racing to unleash the fountain of feelings
by Margaret Gudkov
art by Alex Alemany
Friday, 25 October 2013
Poetry is sexy
Poetry is sexyIts lyrics aim to please
Poetry is sexy
Engaging in its tease
Poetry is sexy
It radiates with verb
Poetry is sexy
Every idyllic word
Poetry is sexy
Refined for purity
Poetry is sexy
Stripped of subtlety
Poetry is sexy
When read between the lines
Poetry is sexy
Laced with frilly rhymes
Poetry is sexy
Both singular and plural
Poetry is sexy
Every exclamatory swirl
Poetry is sexy
Grammatically raw
Poetry is sexy
Even typos and all
Poetry is sexy
Consummated publicly
Poetry is sexy
When performed properly
Poetry is sexy
Irrespective of its font
Poetry is sexy
Fashioned any way you want
Brian Dorn
Friday, 18 October 2013
Love You More Than. The First Cup Of Coffee.
Love You More Than.The First Cup Of Coffee.
Thursday, 17 October 2013
Here I Love You
Here I Love YouHere I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.
The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I do not know any other way
of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that
your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when
I fall asleep your eyes close
I Love You
I love you so much,
I love the sound of your voice
And the way that we touch.
I love your warm smile
And your kind, thoughtful way
The joy that you bring
To my life every day.
I love you today
As I have from the start,
And I'll love you forever
With all of my heart.
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FOREVER I WILL LOVE YOU JAAN
How much I love you... you'll never really know.
This treasure of love, I cherish within ma soul,
You bring a joy to ma heart, I never felt before,
with each touch of your hand, I love you more and more.
Sooo these seven words, I pray you hold true,
"Forever And Always, I Will Love You.’’
Tuesday, 24 September 2013
MAKING LOVE
MAKING LOVE
Making love involves sex, that much is trueMany actions performed are shared by the two
But making love is so very much more
None the least of which is the love at its core
Whereas sex is a puddle, making love is an ocean
Filled with the very best of human emotion
The altruistic desires, the partner to please
True passion's fires, hearts given with ease
A sharing of souls, a likeness of mind
Every word, every kiss, every touch done kind
Cuddling together when all else is done
IN RESPONSE TO YOUR QUESTION
IN RESPONSE TO YOUR QUESTION
What are some things I like about you?The following list names but a few
Your eyes so deep, passionate and green
You smile, the brightest I've ever seen
Your voice, like an angel, sing or speak
Your touch which makes my knees go weak
Your words which praise and speak of love
Your compassion which raises you so far above
Your heart so pure, so strong, so true
Your laugh which takes away the blue
Your intelligence, your thoughts, your wit
Your beauty, your figure, you're all of it
But what I like most, the most blind could see
I like, no I love, that you also like me
Sunday, 22 September 2013
A woman who loves you truly will
A woman who loves you truly will
never ask you to buy herexpensive gifts or take her to
expensive places...
She won’t ask for diamonds, rubies or a promise to
bring her a
world of luxuries...
She just wants
your love, care and attention. She
wants you to spend a lot of quality time with her
and appreciate her for all that she
does for you out of love and
affection. Every woman is unique
in her own way...
Value her.. ♥ ♥
Friday, 20 September 2013
HOPE
HOPE
Oceans of doubt; deep, dark and turbulentWeigh heavily upon my heart
Though broken, wanting and weary
I've not totally fallen apart
I sleep, I eat, I smile
And on proper occasion I sing
Though tears may fall, special times remembered
There's a whisper to which I cling
It's faint and distant, but it strongly beckons
Its grasp firmly holding my soul
As hand of a friend, long known and dear
It drags me from bottomless hole
Torn, tired and beaten, I rest now on its shore
And put faith in what life may provide
Though prayers I offer for her swift return
From new love I will not hide
I WANTED YOU TO KNOW
I WANTED YOU TO KNOWI just wanted you to know that I don't need you
Because needing's for the weak, girl, and I'm strong
I don't need another person to complete me
That's just the way it is, don't get me wrong
But I wanted you to know that I do want you
And being wanted is far better, girl, for sure
Of all the girls that I could have here with me
There' no other girl but you I'd want here more
I also wanted you to know I love youAnd when it comes to love, girl, I don't play
Every time you hear those words come from me
Rest assured that I mean every word I say
So now I've told you all I wanted to tell you
The ball's now in your court, girl, play or go
If you should decide you want and love me
Please pick up your phone and let me know
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
The Cremation of Sam McGee
The Cremation of Sam McGeeBY ROBERT W. SERVICE
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.
And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."
A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.
There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."
Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.
And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.
I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
MY ANGEL: I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
MY ANGEL: I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
I once met this young senorita
She was as beautiful as could be
She said she needed a protector
She chose me
Oh sweet Lord she chose me
Soon we were spending time together
And soon I had fallen deep in love
Seemed to me that she was an angel
Sent from above
Oh sweet Lord from above
Then one day she said to me
Do you think that we could be
You and I together as one
I thought a future together
Had just begun
Oh sweet Lord just begun
Told her I protected another woman
Protected her from a favourite son
She misunderstood the situation
Said we were done
Oh sweet Lord we were done
I couldn’t give up on my angel
Waited for the truth to come to light
After we resolved some complications
We were all right
Oh sweet Lord we were all right
Then one day I spoke my mind
She began to treat me unkind
And when I seen what was in store
I thought we could be no more
Oh sweet Lord no more
But I couldn’t stop loving my angel
And soon we were together once again
Now we’ll be together forever
Till time ends
Oh sweet Lord till time ends
EV'RY DAY'S THE SAME
EV'RY DAY'S THE SAME
Ev'ry day's the sameAnd the nights seldom differ
Because you're not here
I don't like this game
It has nothing to offer
And I need you near
I know you love me
And you know I love you true
That love will not fade
You and I could be
Forever if you want to
A love Heaven made
If it's your desire
We could be together soon
Hold each other tight
Rekindle the fire
Write ourselves a different tune
Bring light to the night
So you are aware
I've forgiven ev'rything
The past is the past
It's for you I care
I want to make your soul sing
Be as one at
Monday, 16 September 2013
I JUST WANT TO BE WITH YOU
I JUST WANT TO BE WITH YOU
Ever since the day we parted
I felt I've lost the best of me
I've been so down and broken hearted
I wish that you and I could be
Life has been empty without you
Was you who gave my heart its beat
Doesn't matter what I say or do
Even winning seems like defeat
I just want to be with you and hold you tight
Feel the warmth of your body all through the night
Give my love to the woman I know is right
Baby, I want to be with you tonight
Even the grayest of days would be blue
If I could just be with you
Ev'ry dream I've ever had would come true
If I could just be with you
I wonder if you think of me
Missing my presence and my touch
Do you also wish that we could be
Surely you must have thought of such
We could recover from this mess
Forget the past and start anew
But it would require that you say yes
My heart believes that you want to
I just want to be with you and stroke your hair
Gaze into your angel eyes and know you care
A perfect union of two with love to spare
Baby, I want to be with you and share
Even the grayest of days would be blue
If I could just be with you
Ev'ry dream I've ever had would come true
If I could just be with you
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Saturday, 14 September 2013
WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEBODY TRUE
WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEBODY TRUE
When you love somebody true
It doesn't matter what they do
There's no deed you can't forgive
As long as you and they both live
Even words that hurt you deep
Are put to rest before you sleep
When it comes to push and shove
All that matters is your true love
When you truly love someone
It doesn't matter what they've done
You keep the past in the past
Because you want your love to last
Even things, if done today,
Are things that might drive you away
You forgive and this is how
What matters is the here and now
This, for you, is how I feel
Because my love for you is real
Nothing ever said or done
Is worth losing the special one
I love you with all my heart
It's killing me that we're apart
Iif you still have love for me
There's no reason that we can't be
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