Wednesday, January 18, 2012

A bit of a poem

In the infinite space of the universe,
what wonder that life begins...

In the finite age of a man,
what wonder that happiness
remains hidden...

In the momentary tugs of the heart,
what wonder that sorrow
takes root.

It is never too late to begin afresh.

Every moment is a gift,

But the faint breeze in the night
is unfelt by the heavy heart.

And morning comes,
the stars fade...

And this day is gone,
gone forever.

Never to happen again.

4 comments:

  1. It is a solid day
    gone, irretrievable as dark.

    And under this infinite sky,
    a boy sits on grass
    afraid, lost, vague.

    His thoughts are of another world
    his soul dead to its deeds.
    The night enters his mind,
    makes a home: a million ideas
    never a refuge.

    A leaf falls, it's bronze.
    Not silver, not gold.
    He picks it up, and feels its
    rough skin, so frail, so lovely, so weakly beautiful. It is alive in its sharp crispness.
    The breeze does flow past him, it is passed on to him: and he hears a music from his eye:
    there is something I cannot see.
    It is the me who is watching
    this poem.

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  2. Anonymous11:12 AM

    Sorrow comes and goes in life,
    Tears come in the eyes.
    When we are very alone,
    Nobody is with us.
    Life seems to be very lonely,
    Sometimes sorrow makes us laugh,
    Sometime sorrow makes us weep.
    When there is no happiness in life,
    Sorrow makes our life very restless,
    There are a few moments of happiness.
    We have to accept all that,
    If sorrow comes into

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  3. Anonymous11:37 AM

    http://pramathmalik.blogspot.in/search?updated-min=2011-01-01T00:00:00-08:00&updated-max=2012-01-01T00:00:00-08:00&max-results=7

    nice poems here

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  4. Anonymous2:13 PM

    a very nice song from meet the robinsons--

    let it go,
    let it roll right off your shoulder
    don't you know
    the hardest part is over
    let it in,
    let your clarity define you
    in the end
    we will only just remember how it feels

    our lives are made
    in these small hours
    these little wonders,
    these twists & turns of fate
    time falls away,
    but these small hours,
    these small hours still remain

    let it slide,
    let your troubles fall behind you
    let it shine
    until you feel it all around you
    and i don't mind
    if it's me you need to turn to
    we?ll get by,
    it's the heart that really matters in the end

    all of my regret
    will wash away some how
    but i can not forget
    the way i feel right now

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MCdfZCftkI

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