MISCELLANEA (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/963917-MISCELLANEA WELCOME TO 2012 [Welcome to the New Year.] Welcome to you, twenty and twelve, Nascent, newborn infant of time, When you were born the bells did chime; Eleven's burden we did shelve. What you will bring we do not know. No one knows yet Obama's fate But I say so quite clear and straight I'm sure he'll win the second sh...[Read Full Post] Tue, 17 Jan 2012 21:42:15 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/744765 THE POT SAYS THE KETTLE IS BLACK [The ignorant judge others by mere appearance while being unaware of their own worthlessness.] The pot thinks it shines too well But calls the kettle black. Their own deficiencies, Some people just can't track. About such people only This is what I can tell: Blessed are the ignorant In whom doubts ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 15 Nov 2011 21:40:23 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733512 YOU CAST SPELL IN A MOMENT: bilingual You cast spell in a moment. My heart in your thoughts is spent. I searched for you incessant; Then I found you while I dreamt. You have left me so alone, I am helpless, woe-begone. Cold and dark is every night; No moon rays and no star light. For others' woes none bothers; Yet I told m...[Read Full Post] Wed, 26 Oct 2011 01:56:18 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733507 YOUR ANGER I WILL PLACATE: bilingual [Promises and desires of love.] Your anger I will placate. My offers will not abate. Come, banish my loneliness; Make my face a smile possess. Let me drink from sweet eyes thine; I will forget all woes mine. I may see you all the time, Humming a soft tune sublime. May god grant me jus...[Read Full Post] Wed, 07 Sep 2011 14:59:35 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733505 YOUR THOUGHT: bilingual [The memories of the departed. A bilingual poem.] It is true, always your thought Has in my eye a tear brought. In moments of solitude Your sad memories intrude. In the day feelings are shy But in the night heart does cry. Whenever I am alone Tunes of the past make me moan. An image illusory Torments ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 26 Oct 2011 01:30:17 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733495 YOU ARE NIGH, I CAN'T TOUCH YOU: a ghazal [Uncertain moves.] You are nigh, I can't touch you, Unless you are willing too. This veil of uncertainty, I just cannot see it through. A quaint desire in my heart, Incessantly it does brew. They haunt me all day and night; How can your thoughts I eschew? Khalish, when you ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 07 Sep 2011 12:12:10 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733494 LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI [With aplology to John Keats.......] La belle dame sans merci, Look, what your looks have done! Your wild eyes have made me so Haggard and woe-begone. La belle dame sans merci, With hair silken and long, I want to hear your sweet voice; Enthrall me with a song. La belle dame sans merci, So fresh in att...[Read Full Post] Tue, 25 Oct 2011 04:04:56 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733493 I AM DEAD NOW [The parting words.] I am almost dead now, don't wake me, You who have been the cause of my death. Be bold and do confess to the world You poisoned me. Why do you now dread? I tried to humour you but I failed, You that bit the hand that had fed you. You starved me and denied me all help. It's no use saying it ...[Read Full Post] Wed, 07 Sep 2011 11:58:51 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/733492 THE DAME IN THE CEMETERY Who are you, the dame in the cemetery, Trying to cover your beauty in dark, From the prying fingers that seek to claw, Your sweetness, as you clutch the epitaph? Are you the fairy of the night that has Chosen today the graves, not the cradles, To bring new hopes and dreams to those long dead, Rather than to those ...[Read Full Post] Fri, 23 Mar 2007 15:29:57 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/497178 YOU WERE MY INSPIRATION You were my inspiration, But that was long ago. Now you are too much with me. You impede my thoughts’ flow. For my writing I need some Thoughts, events and feelings, That are truly different From every day dealings. Can something long-existing Be forever my muse? No. For seeking something new, I don&#8...[Read Full Post] Thu, 22 Mar 2007 16:18:48 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/496928 WHEN IGNORANCE IS BLISS Trying to understand those Who can’t be understood, Is like cracking a hard nut. Why thusly try we should? Some speak compulsively and Some do so with forethought. Heeding the former, often, With frustration is fraught. We should learn to ignore that Which is best left untouched. Under the weight of f...[Read Full Post] Tue, 06 Mar 2007 15:21:09 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/492961 THE WANDERER: a sonnet I left my home to wander a bit but It’s too long that I have been now away. Umbilical cord to home has been cut. Back to home now I cannot find my way. There’s none waiting for me in the old shack. The faces I once knew have departed. The once colourful canvass is now black. My attempts to paint it ha...[Read Full Post] Tue, 06 Mar 2007 05:01:01 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/492862 VILE WORLD Why do I live, for whom I live, In this world that’s so vile? In truth’s name people speak a lie And don’t admit they lied. Life does slowly in this world slide, But it’s rather idle. About what is the ideal, I have no idea. • Written in abcb, 8-6-8-6 format. • Written for ‘End-Word Evol...[Read Full Post] Tue, 13 Feb 2007 13:19:21 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/487768 A RUSTY KEY A rusty lock, a rusty key, A rusty iron chest, Inside it a rusty paper, From days gone by, does rest. I have not had a look at the Paper or its contents. A conundrum of emotions, I know it represents. I dare not open it up and Rekindle memories Of dreams that were never fulfilled, The unended stories. I myself was t...[Read Full Post] Fri, 02 Mar 2007 01:17:06 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/483329 JADE GOODY: GOOD LOOKS, BAD WORDS Those who think they are too smart Are too often too dumb. They tend to give remarks that Make intelligence numb. Calling Indians Pakis Shows lack of intellect. These are countries different. It’s such a well known fact. Yet this is what was the cause Of the row now famous, On British Channel F...[Read Full Post] Mon, 22 Jan 2007 13:57:34 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/482923 READER’S BLOCK: award winner We hear of the writer’s block , But what of the reader’s? Why not care for the fed, than Only for the feeders? Just as some are too fond of Hearing but what they speak, Others are addicted to Writing, though it be weak. A bad doctor can prolong A patient’s stay in bed. A bad wri...[Read Full Post] Thu, 01 Feb 2007 02:05:14 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/480316 HOW SHALL I BE REMEMBERED? One day I will quit this world, Never to come again. Behind me, for a small time, Memories will remain. How shall I be remembered After I am no more? (If I'm remembered at all, Of which I am not sure). They will say: "A good riddance. He was such a big bore. He hardly had emotions, Only his ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 09 Jul 2011 14:41:33 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/475404 WHEN SNOWFLAKES DANCE [About snowflakes, larks, rose buds and little girls.] When snowflakes dance in the wind How can they ever know That their life is meant to be Buried in heaps of snow? When larks are floating in skies How can they ever know That they are closely watched by Blood thirsty hawks in tow? When the tender rose b...[Read Full Post] Wed, 08 Feb 2012 23:01:58 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/474197 NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS There was a time I used to make New Year resolutions. I used to think, for my problems, They were the solutions. As time went by I discovered, I was none the better. I did, through those resolutions, Only myself flatter. By simply making the resolve, We do not ensure that It will be duly completed During the nex...[Read Full Post] Sat, 23 Dec 2006 15:46:37 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/473150 WEDDED TO POETRY: a sonnet It’s so easy to blame God for our ills, We gloss over all that he’s given us. In His own scheme our all needs He fulfills, In our ignorance we make lot of fuss. Only He knows what is His grand design, Which He has planned for the rest of our life. We want that all the days we get sunshine, And one r...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Nov 2006 08:48:09 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/470299 SELF ABUSE What I do, I do to me, To this I’m entitled. Let no one tell me that what I do is unbridled? Shall I deny to myself A pleasure so harmless? It concerns only me and Others, does not oppress. Why others are so keen that I uphold their morals? Let them watch their own step if They want to be nobles. Why should they...[Read Full Post] Wed, 21 Mar 2007 05:53:30 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/469121 POETRY: an addiction Am I addicted to poetry? I am sure I will have to say yes. If I spend most time writing poems, Addiction is the right term I guess. Waking, I switch on my computer To view the coments on what I write. Then I start writing fresh poems for Entering the contests which invite. It often happens when I lie down, I thin...[Read Full Post] Sat, 11 Nov 2006 14:27:31 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/467803 STATUE I am a statue, I am a beauty, Yet, I am a stone. My face radiates, It has expression, But I have no life,. I do not feel pain, I do not feel joy, My life is frozen. Kiss me if you wish, Hit me if you wish, But I am unmoved. Yes, my chest does breathe, Yes, my heart does beat, But no, I don’t live. * Writte...[Read Full Post] Sun, 08 Oct 2006 13:52:48 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/459895 I’M A PORCELAIN TEACUP I’m a porcelain teacup, Exquisite and tender, Shining white with inlaid gold. Taste to tea I render. When boiling hot tea is poured In me I don’t shudder. Savoring my aroma, Cries of joy men utter. But please handle me with care, I’m fragile and brittle. Do treat me with silken gloves, ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Nov 2006 08:57:32 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/459865 FESTIVE LIGHTS As I see those festive lights And listen to carols, I tarry along the street. My shoes are full of holes. Holes gape not only in shoes, But also, in my heart. I don’t know where life will end, Nor where did it all start. I am an orphan, with none To give me Christmas cake. I am the scum of the world, A veneer,...[Read Full Post] Mon, 04 Dec 2006 12:11:45 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/457528