forgotten dream

Forgotten Dreams

the other day, while fencing my heart,

i chanced upon an impossible dream,

it rose, in beauty, on feet of hope

and embraced a teardrop out of me?

with hurried steps i rushed away,

to find my mask, my book of sense.

to invalidate my yesterday.

then turned to build my trusted fence.

there it lies unto this day,

un-nurtured, neglected, growing still,

i hoped it gone, wished it away,

but there it stays against my will.

i leave it at the gallows, pronounce it dead,

but come event of tender mind,

i look back and find it there.

only a few steps behind?

beguilingly tangible? agonizingly beautiful?

mercilessly invisible to all but me.

WiThOuT Me!

Without Me

I?ve dreamed many dreams that never came true,

If tomorrow starts without me,

And I?m not there to see,

If the sun should rise and find your eyes

All filled with tears for me;

I wish so much you wouldn?t cry

The way you did today,

While thinking of the many things,

We didn?t get to say.

I know how much you love me,

As much as I love you,

And each time that you think of me,

I know you?ll miss me too;

But when tomorrow starts without me,

Please try to understand,

That an angel came and called my name,

And took me by the hand,

And said my place was ready,

In heaven far above,

And that I?d have to leave behind

All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,

A tear fell from my eye

For all my life, I?d always thought,

I didn?t want to die.

I had so much to live for,

So much left yet to do,

It seemed almost impossible,

That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,

The good ones and the bad,

The thought of all the love we shared,

And all the fun we had.

If I could relive yesterday,

Just even for a while,

I?d say good-bye and kiss you

And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,

That this could never be,

For emptiness and memories,

Would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,

I might miss come tomorrow,

I thought of you, and when I did,

My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven?s gates,

I felt so much at home.

When God looked down and smiled at me,

From His great golden throne,

He said, ?This is eternity,

And all I?ve promised you.?

Today your life on earth is past,

But here life starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow,

But today will always last,

And since each day?s the same way

There?s no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful,

So trusting and so true.

Though there were times

You did some things

You knew you shouldn?t do.

But you have been forgiven

And now at last you?re free.

So won?t you come and take my hand

And share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without

Friendship

Friendship

Friendship burgeons out of nowhere

Right from the time we are born , we are daubed and caught unaware

As we grow, we live on to take friendship to higher levels

At the age of 3, we go by our friends? dresses and the colour of their towels

By class four,it more on the care and attention given

And not so much on the character, by which the choosing is driven

As we grow older, we check if our characters match

And also scan our likes and dislikes right from the scratch

But once we step into adolescence

It?s all new world of views and conceptions

When we were small we needed reassurance, ?You are my best buddy?

But now mere words are not required for a friendship this profound and sturdy

As days go by, silence means more than words

Tears are sweeter than smile , voice lovelier than the song of any bird

Then gradually you begin to take them for granted

You are hurt at the absence of a word, a gesture, u feel stranded

And suddenly when you had thought that they were going to be with you forever

They walk away into oblivion leaving you a shock and tremor

Before you could reveal what you feel

Everything comes to a halt and you are left to revisit those memories as in a reel

Friendship is as beautiful as a winter morning

And even when the snow melts, it still reveals more and leaves you yearning

But end is invariable for all

And those sweet moments will continue to augment in every rise and fall

Love and Friendship

Love and Friendship by Emily Bronte

                                                 Love is like the wild rose-briar, 

                                                 Friendship like the holly-tree—
                                        The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
                                             But which will bloom most constantly?

                                       The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
                                           Its summer blossoms scent the air;
                                             Yet wait till winter comes again
                                          And who will call the wild-briar fair?

                                       Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
                                          And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
                                       That when December blights thy brow
                                        He may still leave thy garland green.