SONGS OF RADHA - by Sarojini Naidu

 

SONGS  OF  RADHA  by Sarojini Naidu AT Dawn  All night my heart its lonely vigil kept Listening for thee, O Love. All night I wept. Where went thy wanton footsteps wandering, Sweet Ghanashyam, my King ? My bridal veils are flung upon the floor, My bridal garlands drop across the door. The buds that on my bed their fragrance spilt, Grief-scattered, wane and wilt. O Flute-player, how quickly dost thou tire Of thine own gladness and thine own desire! Couldst thou not find upon my sheltering breast Thy rapture and thy rest ? Whose are the fingers that like amorous flocks Raid the ambrosial thickets of thy locks? Ah, whose the lips that smite with sudden drouth The garden of thy mouth ? What shall it profit to revile or hate Thy fickleness, her beauty or my fate, Or strive to tear with black and bitter art Thine image from my heart ? Without thy loveliness my life is dead, Love, like a lamp with golden oils unfed. Come back, come back from thy wild wandering. Sweet Ghanashyam, my King! AT Dusk Krishna Murari, my radiant lover Cometh O comrades haste. Bring me rich perfumes my limbs to cover. Saffron and sandal paste. Bring shining garments for my adorning, Blue of the dusk and rose of the morning. Gold of the flaming noon. Bring me a breastband of gems that shimmer, Making the lamps of the stars grow dimmer, Fillets and fringes of pearls whose glimmer Shameth the Shravan moon. Krishna Murari, my radiant lover Cometh, O sisters spread Buds and ripe blossoms his couch to cover, Silver and vermeil red. With flowering branches the doorways darken, Is that his flute call? Sisters hearken! Why tarrieth he so long? O like a leaf doth my shy heart shiver, O Like a wave do my faint limbs quiver. Softly, softly, Jamuna river, Sing thou our bridal song. THE QUEST My foolish love went seeking thee at dawn, Crying — O wind where is Kanhaya gone? I questioned at noonrise the forest glade, Rests my sweet lover in thy friendly shade? At dusk I pleaded with the dovegray tides, O tell me where my Flute-player abides? Dumb were the waters, dumb the woods, the wind, They knew not where my playfellow to find. I bowed my weeping face upon my palm, Moaning — O where art thou, my Ghanashyam? Then, like a boat that rocks from keel to rafter, My heart was shaken by thy hidden laughter. Then didst thou mock me with thy tender malice, Like nectar bubbling from my own heart's chalice. Thou saidst, — O faithless one, self-slain with doubt, Why seekest thou my loveliness without, And askest wind or wave or flowering dell The secret that within thyself doth dwell? I am of thee, as thou of me, a part. Look for me in the mirror of thy heart.

TOO CLOSE - by Debora Greger

 

 

TOO  CLOSE by Debora Gregor I haven't met you yet. I'm out the door, late for a bus, suitcase spilling open, disgorging my life so far. I won't be needing it, but don't know that yet. Bus driver, go slowly around the bends of dream so as not to wake me. But don't fall asleep yourself, no matter how empty the landscape of childhood seems. There is dust on the dust of the past. Through my reflection, I look out the window onto nothing: a fence full of tumbleweeds trying to keep a vast emptiness off empty highway. The past takes forever to cross. Bus driver, don't drive so near the river .

UPSET - by DayDreamer11

 

UPSET by   DayDreamer11 You asked me If I was upset last nightI said no.I lied. the truth is I was upset.I had a few too many shots of the alcohol Hidden in my closet.and after all the fun was over and I was left alone with my thoughtsI cried on the shower floor for an hour I think back to last night and wonderif I wasn't alonewould I have cried as much as I did ?if I had a little bit more to drinkwould I still be here right now ? when you asked me if I was upsetI thought back on everything that ran through my mind the night beforeI got that feeling in my throatlike I was about to burst in tears right there on the spot everything hurts and I'm sorry I can't change any of it. I'm sorry my behavior worries you.

SWEET DREAMS AND HAPPY MEMORIES - by Doris Reed Tietz

SWEET  DREAMS  AND  HAPPY  MEMORIES by  Doris Reed Tietz Sweet dreams and happy memories, A love that's good and true; A home to care for tenderly; A song to sing that's new Sweet dreams and happy memories And friends to join in mirth Some tears to give to those who die, And smiles to greet each birth. Sweet dreams and happy memories, To win a game or two. The faith to know that Spring will come, The strength to wait it through. Sweet dreams and happy memories, To do what there's to do For joy is living day to day, To make sweet dreams come true.

 

THROUGH YOU - by Vero Beach

 

THROUGH  YOU by  Vero Beach  It's a most daunting task to find wordsThat compare to the perfection that is you In your eyes, I can see a gentle warmthThat could comfort any tragedy there could be In your smile, I can feel an elegance and kindnessThat could remedy all the pangs and strife life can deal In your voice, I can hear a beautiful soundtrackThat I could listen to for the rest of my days In your body, I can touch a figureThat can be descibed as nothing less than angelic It is perfection,These elements, almost like paintsUsed on a canvas to make a masterpieceUnlike that which the world has ever seen And I can gladly say until deathI was part of the worldIn which perfection lived and breathedThrough you.

HOME IS HOME - by AmNat789

 

 

HOME  IS  HOME   by  AmNat789 With roaring wind and crushing tides, All alone and cold in the wild. There's no need to be alone, For a place of love and happiness abide, A place full of warmth and love. Don't live your life feeling cold. Feel the warmth of Home.

DISAPPOINTMENT - by Richard Lynott O'Malley

 

DISAPPOINTMENT by Richard Lynott O'Malley     I awoke at the dawn of a school holiday,     And the heavens with clouds were o'ercast;     And I prayed for the sunlight's tiniest ray,     But the rain fell heavy and fast,     Then I calmed my heart with the hope that soon     It would clear; and the sun at last     I saw, and I hoped, but alas! at noon     The rain fell heavy and fast.     Now faster and faster poured the rain,     Still I hoped through the storm and the blast;     And the night came frowning; my hopes were vain,     For the rain fell heavy and fast.     Ah! my holiday fled on her own rainy wind,     And my hopes followed close on her flight;     But the cold disappointment still clouded my mind     Which had chilled me from morning till night.     Then I thought "It is thus with full many a life;     Each hope comes and goes like a breath;     And the mortal toils on with vain hope through the strife,     From childhood to manhood and death."

DISENCHANTMENT - by Emily Dickinson

 

DISENCHANTMENT by Emily Dickinson     It dropped so low in my regard    I heard it hit the ground,    And go to pieces on the stones    At bottom of my mind;     Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less    Than I reviled myself    For entertaining plated wares    Upon my silver shelf.

A FAIRLY SAD TALE - by Dorothy Parker

 

 

A  FAIRLY  SAD  TALE   by  Dorothy Parker I think that I shall never knowWhy I am thus, and I am so.Around me, other girls inspireIn men the rush and roar of fire,The sweet transparency of glass,The tenderness of April grass,The durability of granite;But me- I don't know how to plan it.The lads I've met in Cupid's deadlockWere- shall we say?- born out of wedlock.They broke my heart, they stilled my song,And said they had to run along,Explaining, so to sop my tears,First came their parents or careers.But ever does experienceDeny me wisdom, calm, and sense!Though she's a fool who seeks to captureThe twenty-first fine, careless rapture,I must go on, till ends my rope,Who from my birth was cursed with hope.A heart in half is chaste, archaic;But mine resembles a mosaic-The thing's become ridiculous!Why am I so? Why am I thus?

A FRIEND I CAN COUNT ON - by Joanna Fuchs

 

A  FRIEND  I  CAN  COUNT  ON by Joanna Fuchs When troubles come a callin’As those gremlins often do,And my spirit keeps on fallin’Till I feel low down and blue… When I look around for comfort,Someone quickly jumps to mind,One who always will support me,And whose words are always kind. Who will make my mood feel lighter,Who’ll help beat my troubles back,He/She makes the sun shine brighterAnd gets my spirit back on track. Who helps the road seem straighter,And helps me get around each bend,Who makes each day seem greater,And that someone is you, my friend.

WILL YOU BE MY FRIEND ? - by James Kavanaugh

 

WILL  YOU  BE  MY  FRIEND ?  by James Kavanaugh Will you be my friend ?There are so many reasons why you never should:I’m sometimes sullen, often shy, acutely sensitive,My fear erupts as anger, I find it hard to give,I talk about myself when I’m afraidAnd often spend a day without anything to say.    But I will make you laughAnd love you quite a bitAnd hold you when you’re sad.I cry a little almost every dayBecause I’m more caring than the strangers ever know,And, if at times, I show my tender side(The soft and warmer part I hide)I wonder, will you be my friend ?     A friend who far beyond the feebleness of any vow or tieWill touch the secret place where I am really I,To know the pain of lips that plead and eyes that weep,Who will not run away when you find me in the streetAlone and lying mangled by my quota of defeatsBut will stop and stay-to tell me of another dayWhen I was beautiful.Will you be my friend ?     There are so many reasons why you never should:Often I’m too serious, seldom predictably the same,Sometimes cold and distant, probably I’ll always change.I bluster and brag, seek attention like a child,I brood and pout, my anger can be wild,But I will make you laugh and love you quite a bitAnd be near you when you’re afraid.     I shake a little almost every dayBecause I’m more frightened than the strangers ever knowAnd if at times I show my trembling side(The anxious, fearful part I hide)I wonder, will you be my friend ?     A friend who, when I feel your closeness, feels me push awayAnd stubbornly will stay to share what’s left on such a day,Who, when no one knows my name or calls me on the phone,When there’s no concern for me – what I have or haven’t done-And those I’ve helped and counted on have oh, so deftly, run,Who, when there’s nothing left but me, stripped of charm andSubtlety, will nonetheless remain.     Will you be my friend ?For no reason that I know, Except I want you so.

DOLLS - by EKATERINA TARASOVA