Winter winds blow outside my house 
Sulking in my sadness, I won't cry. 
You Laughed through the time 
but in the end, I will smile 

Black as a veil 
Is my shadow 
But I retort, 
For rainbow is what defines my ways. 

If 
Shining like gold is the soul of your son 
Why then! Purest of hearts take sacrifices inhumane 

Over the mountain, below the sun 
In the rain, during floods 
Heavy storms or lightning strokes 
She still stands 
Thrown from Eden on this earth, she still repents 
Not of the sin she partook 
But of the free will lost 

Are you there? Or have you abandoned me? 
I m your most beautiful creation 
Banished from your heaven 
I have survived, 
But is it time for me to breathe 

Me not a part of his body 
That can be shunned to darkness 
With an identity, I m the source of true life 
I m the only link to you 
Then why, should I suffer in hell 
Be alone in a crowd 
Not be a voice even in an empty hall. 

I finally retort 
Give me my due freedom 
As I m not yours to claim 
Beware, oh! image of magnanimity 
I m not alone, you gave me hell 
I exist from the sin forgone 
Till thee shall I pay? 
For the time has come 
To have my Eden without thee.

As she walked past the jailhouse door, 
She spied a man with head hung low, 
And all because of bolts and bars, 
His homeland he would never know. 
'I am a prisoner far from home, 
But if you'll only steal the key, 
I'll take you were the grass grows green, 
And make of you a great lady.' 
'I cannot go, I will not go, 
And be your great lady, 
For you have got a Scotland wife, 
And you've got babies three.' 
She's done to her father's stable, 
She's done to her mother's till, 
She's got the jailhouse key so large, 
And she's galloped o'er the hill. 
And as they galloped o'er the plain, 
It was "my dearling dear," 
But as they came to Scotland, 
Well changed was this cheer. 
'Oh pity, pity, pity, please, 
As I did pity thee, 
Or fling me from your castle's walls 
And break my slim body.' 
'But how can I have pity 
When you are just a whore? 
Now get you back to England 
Where I'll see you no more!' 
'Oh false and faithless knight,' said she, 
'I'll to my father's door, 
And he will prove to Scotland 
That I have never been whore.' 
Her mother, who was truly queen, 
She gently then did smile: 
'You're not the first, nor only one, 
The Scotsmen did beguile.' 
Come all ye maidens, young and old, 
Pray come, be warned of me - 
You can be never, never true.

An Ending of the Past

It rained a lot this year
The sun shone with its full brightness
There were shadows from the past
And flashes of the future
Questions were answered this year
And more were left without a say!!

Found love, found sadness
Found friends, found myself
Discovered new meanings for old things
Invented new beginnings from endings

It started with a sunny morning an year back
With new resolutions,
It went on to give amazing experiences
Some we hated, some we held on to
Some we learned from and some we let go

Things done and said
With a wish of a second chance
Relations made and broken
With an innocent heart

Mistakes done, regrets walked
Consequence incurred
Some decisions, admired and strong
Some set examples and some took lead
Old ways mended and Habits changed

Hands held and moments shared
Happiness lost but silence rare
Someone found with a ray of hope
Someone came close to fill us with hope
Faith shattered, trust regained
Respect earned and truth known

Myths broken and facts lost
Heart filled blood,
Beats a little faster

Paths collided and lost dreams
Unexpected happened like a blossoming rose
At night
Slept alone, but
Woke up with half the world

Day ended with hope of the morning to shine bright
Afternoon passed with a restless mind
Evenings came with romantic delight
Nights were darker with confusion of the mind
Midnights brought heart to draught
Leaving shadows for the moments passed
Some slept with lovely warmth
And some with a lonely dream

Yesterday it seemed
This year was the middle-end of my life
But today, I know
Its is the middle but not an End
It the mid point of new start,
Of new challenges,
Of meeting new people
Of having new relations
Of a new trust
Of a new path for my destiny
So tonight it ends, with a new beginning
Tonight I’ll sleep alone
Tomorrow I’ll wake up with a bang
And the whole world singing a new song

This year gave,
Happiness and sadness
Friends and lovers
Family and relations
I now look back and see myself different
I’ll look in the mirror tomorrow and will be different
There are no regrets, and no going back

This year gave me pain and tears
With thousands smiles and laughs
And moments to cherish that we’ll live with me forever and ever

I found some and lost some
But it’s just another start from the finishing line

I blushed and I shied
I was strong and weak
I was decisive and confused
And today I carry myself for a new a beginning
With more strength and more determination
I look forward for a new day with opens arms
And a smiling heart.

Welcome to a New Year!!!!!!

Interval in life!!!

You are no longer young,
Nor are you very old.
There are homes where those belong.
You know you do not fit
When you observe the cold
Stares of those who sit

In bath-chairs or the park
(A stick, then, at their side)
Or find yourself in the dark
And see the lovers who,
In love and in their stride,
Don't even notice you.

This is a time to begin
Your life. It could be new.
The sheer not fitting in
With the old who envy you
And the young who want to win,
Not knowing false from true,

Means you have liberty
Denied to their extremes.
At last now you can be
What the old cannot recall
And the young long for in dreams,
Yet still include them all.

Tell them it's me who made you sad

This is the end you know
The plans we had went all wrong
We ain't nothing but fight and shout and tears

We got to a point I can't stand
I've had it to the limit; I can't be your friend
You decided longtime back.

I ain't more than a minute away from walking

We can't cry the pain away
We can't find a need to stay
I slowly realized there's nothing on our side

Out of my life, Out of my mind
Out of the tears that we can't deny
We need to swallow all our pride
And leave this mess behind
Out of my head,
Out of the dreams we had, they're bad
Tell them it's me who made you sad
Tell them the friendship's gone bad

Another night and I bleed
They all make mistakes and so did we
But we did something we can never turn back right

Find a new one to love, its easy for you
Leave and don't look back. I won't follow
We have nothing left. It's the end of our time
There's no more rabbits in my hat to make things right

Just say it's me who lied,
And made myself blind to love that you never had for me!!!

No man can expect to find a friend without faults;
nor can he propose himself to be so to another.
Without reciprocal mildness and temperance
There can be no continuance of friendship.
Every man will have something to do for his friend,
and something to bear with in him.
The sober man only can do the first;
and for the latter, patience is requisite.
It is better for a man to depend on himself,
than to be annoyed with either a madman or a fool.

What shall I do, my friend,
When you are gone forever?
My heart its eager need will send
Through the years to find you never,
And how will it be with you,
In the weary world, I wonder,
Will you love me with a love as true,
When our paths lie far asunder?

Be kind to my remains; and O defend,
Against your judgment, your departed friend.

pessimism

Soon or late love is his own avenger.

Who can fear
Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll--
Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll
The silver iterance!--only minding, Dear,
To love me also in silence, with thy soul.

Love has no thought of self!
Love buys not with the ruthless usurer's gold
The loathsome prostitution of a hand
Without a heart! Love sacrifices all things
To bless the thing it loves!

I have heard of reasons manifold
Why love must needs be blind,
But this is the best of all I hold--
His eyes are in his mind.

Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth,
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny, and youth is vain;
And to be wrothe with one we love
Doth work like madness in the brain.

You

I know I need you

You made me laugh some
You made me cry some too
You sent me off into a world of pain
And made me someone new
You made all kinds of promises
But only some came true
Now I know you need me more than I need you


To think I used to love you
For reasons I don't know
You polished up my halo
And I dirtied up your soul
I sure had a good time
But we both know I can't stay
To think I used to love you but I'm leaving anyway

You know I'm not perfect
And I tried to make you see
Somehow you though of everything
But you didn't think about me
Lies and disappointment
Makes your world go round
It's to late save me so you might as well come down

passion

Passion

The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.
May I govern my passions with absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away.

In men, we various ruling passions find;
In women two almost divide the kind;
Those only fix'd, they first or last obey.
The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.

Oh how the passions, insolent and strong,
Bear our weak minds their rapid course along;
Make us the madness of their will obey;
Then die and leave us to our griefs a prey!

Lose not thyself, nor give thy humors way;
God gave them to thee under lock and key.
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame;
Each to his passion; what's in a name?

Take heed lest passion sway
Thy judgment to do aught, which else free will
Would not admit.
Alas! too well,. too well they know
The pain, the penitence, the woe
That passion brings down on the best,
The wisest and the loveliest.

His soul, like bark with rudder lost,
On passion's changeful tide was tost;
Nor vice nor virtue had the power
Beyond th' impression of the hour;
And O, when passion rules, how rare
The hours that fall to virtue's share!

When reason, like the skilful charioteer,
Can break the fiery passions to the bit,
And, spite of their licentious sallies, keep
The radiant tract of glory; passions, then,
Are aids and ornaments. Triumphant reason,
Firm in her seat, and swift in her career,
Enjoys their violence, and, smiling, thanks
Their formidable flame, for bright renown.

Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.

Hell

Women forgive injuries, but never forget slights.

Her air, her manners, all who saw admired;
Courteous though copy, and gentle, though retired:
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
And ease of her heart her every look convey'd.

Oh, the gladness of their gladness when they're glad,
And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad;
But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their sadness,
Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad.

Oh, the shrewdness of their shrewdness when they are shrewd,
And the rudeness of their rudeness when they're rude;
But the shrewdness of their shrewdness and the rudeness of their rudeness,
Are as nothing to their goodness when they're good

On one she smiles, and he was blest;
She smiles elsewhere--we make a din!
But 'twas not love which heaved her breast,
Fair child!--it was the bliss within.

The souls of women are so small,
That some believe they've none at all;
Or if they have, like cripples, still
They've but one faculty, the will.

When greater perils men inviron,
Then women show a front of iron;
And, gentle in their manner, they
Do bold things in a quiet way.

O loving woman, man's fulfillment, sweet,
Completing him not otherwise complete!
How void and useless the sad remnant left
Were he of her, his nobler part, bereft
She was not made out of his head, Sir,
To rule and to govern the man;
Nor was she made out of his feet, Sir,
By man to be trampled upon.
But she did come forth from his side, Sir,
His equal and partner to be;
And now they are coupled together,
She oft proves the top of the tree.

Whoe'er she be,
That not impossible she,
That shall command my heart and me

Madness in Love

Madness in love, with reason in madness

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;

Oh, tell me whence Love cometh!
Love comes uncall'd, unsent.
Oh, tell me where Love goeth!
That was not Love that went.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!

A solitary blessing few can find,
Our joys with those we love are intertwined,
And he whose wakeful tenderness removes
The obstructing thorn that wounds the breast he loves,
Smooths not another's rugged path alone
But scatters roses to adorn his own.


Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.



What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do…?
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and now we cannot live within.

The Ruling Passion

The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.
May I govern my passions with absolute sway,
And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away.

In men, we various ruling passions find;
In women two almost divide the kind;
Those only fix'd, they first or last obey.
The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

Only I discern
Infinite passion, and the pain
Of finite hearts that yearn.

Oh how the passions, insolent and strong,
Bear our weak minds their rapid course along;
Make us the madness of their will obey;
Then die and leave us to our griefs a prey!

Lose not thyself, nor give thy humors way;
God gave them to thee under lock and key.
Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame;
Each to his passion; what's in a name?

Take heed lest passion sway
Thy judgment to do aught, which else free will
Would not admit.
Alas! too well,. too well they know
The pain, the penitence, the woe
That passion brings down on the best,
The wisest and the loveliest.

His soul, like bark with rudder lost,
On passion's changeful tide was tost;
Nor vice nor virtue had the power
Beyond th' impression of the hour;
And O, when passion rules, how rare
The hours that fall to virtue's share!

When reason, like the skilful charioteer,
Can break the fiery passions to the bit,
And, spite of their licentious sallies, keep
The radiant tract of glory; passions, then,
Are aids and ornaments. Triumphant reason,
Firm in her seat, and swift in her career,
Enjoys their violence, and, smiling, thanks
Their formidable flame, for bright renown.

Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,