Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Gist of life!

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.

How much i adore this poem by robert frost, each word has a deep rooted meaning, the simplicity of words can make u admire his poetry at the surface level but try to invade the beauty of depth of his words........gradually, we all become engrossed in the rut of life & forget to admire the divine.

Time and tide waits for none!

Its so important to say the right thing at the right time else all one does in life is to regret.Often we ignore the most commonly heard idioms " a stich in time saves nine "and forget to follow its essence in day to day life , the consequence of which becomes the euphemism for us in life. Time mocks, tide passes and all that is left are a few glances. ......................Respect time, its now or never.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

The "Living" Grave..........!

Death brings an end to life......
the anxiety, the curiosity,the lavishness, the bitterness, the ups and downs , the highs and lows.....everything vanishes, when death mows.

We all mourn the dead but forget to add that peace be with him.........he let goes of the life, he led. No one ever prays to this affect and I often wonder ,what the dead thinks when his life defacts????

The dead takes to his grave, all his desires, all his designs, his shattered dreams, his life's realms, his forgotten glory,his untold story, his half baked desires, his unsaid ires, His heart holds all the secrets, then why the world thinks, he is put to peace????

The coffin holds only his physical form, the real grave has his heart as a dorm.
The dead cannot move talk or even breathe but have all the time in the world to pay himself.......heed.

Death eluded me, Life excluded me, the place I stand at was never meant to be. Confusion, evasion, erosion of emotions are on the roll while my life witnesses me still standing tall.These words were never put to pen, never expected to escape their den, then , why the hell, reality dawned this hue, why life made me realize........... my heart is a grave too!!!

Friday, February 20, 2009

Straight from the heart..................SORRY!

How do I tell you I'm sorry -With a gesture, a look, a touch?
How is it I never realized I hurt you so very much?

I do not ask forgiveness,A comfort I'll never deserve.
I merely want to let you know,But I cannot find the nerve.

To finally confront you, face-to-face,To look you in the eye,
To face your wrath, your apathy -Too terrified to try.

You called me selfish, I turned away,
I festered and I fled;
Cutting and wounding and lashing out,Just to see if you bled.

Betraying and deceiving you,I surely had no right.
To snatch away such a precious gem;A dark thief in the night.

Twenty six years and forever passed
To bring us to this day,When I present these simple words
I never thought to say.

The time has come, it's long past due,To put aside my fear;
Would this confession torture you,Or have you longed to hear?

To hear those two forbidden words,To vanquish all the pain,To understand my dearest wish:To befriend you once again.

The years aged me remarkably,
Though they have not made me wise;
I do know I erred irrevocably -For that I apologize.