Coming Back To Life
Monday, March 31, 2008
LOVE
Me living in your and only your love
Thinking where to consent your love,
Love streams in your talks,
Streaming of love in your every word,
Love streams in your anger also.
When you get annoyed
I don’t know how many poems can be narrated,
Love streams in your every pose
I don’t understand will I able to consent your love for lifetime.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
BEAUTY OF A WOMAN
The beauty of woman
Is not in the clothes she wears
Or the figure she carries
Is not in the clothes she wears
Or the figure she carries
True beauty of woman
Is reflected in her soul.
Is reflected in her soul.
It has to be seen from her eyes,
The door way to her heart,
The place where love resides.
It is in the care that she gives,
That passion that she shows,
That passion that she shows,
The beauty of woman
With passing years-only grows.
With passing years-only grows.
Lucky is the man who is the
First love of woman,
But luckier is the woman who Is the last love of a man.
First love of woman,
But luckier is the woman who Is the last love of a man.
Labels: source of this poem is http://www.scribd.com/doc/395588/Strength-of-a-Man-Beauty-of-a-Woman
Sunday, March 02, 2008
PARENTS
Say few loving words to them
When they are with us…..
What is the use of crying when they leave this world?
The one who give blessings with true heart,
Try to give them all happiness,
When they will not be with us…
What is the use of offering flowers on their grave?
When life will take turn,
They will leave us and go,
Those hands will never pat you again,
You will miss them a lot then, but will never get chance of that love,
Then what is the use of looking at there portraits?
Lucky ones get the fortune of parents,
High tide of love will come and go,
Then what is the use of collecting shells at seashore?
Make them happy when they are with us,
Behave with them the way winter comes in autumn,
Be stick of their old age with your support,
Sometimes hold their hands with love and take them to holly places,
It’s true that parents are god,
Then what is the use of doing prayer when they leave this world?
You will get everything by spending money,
But will never get parents,
Left time will never come back,
What will you do earning corers?
Those hands with love will never pat your back again saying u “MY CHILD”
Then what is the use of borrowing love, by flowing tears?
What is the use of crying when they leave this world?
The one who give blessings with true heart,
Try to give them all happiness,
When they will not be with us…
What is the use of offering flowers on their grave?
When life will take turn,
They will leave us and go,
Those hands will never pat you again,
You will miss them a lot then, but will never get chance of that love,
Then what is the use of looking at there portraits?
Lucky ones get the fortune of parents,
High tide of love will come and go,
Then what is the use of collecting shells at seashore?
Make them happy when they are with us,
Behave with them the way winter comes in autumn,
Be stick of their old age with your support,
Sometimes hold their hands with love and take them to holly places,
It’s true that parents are god,
Then what is the use of doing prayer when they leave this world?
You will get everything by spending money,
But will never get parents,
Left time will never come back,
What will you do earning corers?
Those hands with love will never pat your back again saying u “MY CHILD”
Then what is the use of borrowing love, by flowing tears?
Labels: parents
