WOMAN OR WITCH ? - by Survi Sharma

 

WOMAN  OR  WITCH ? by  Survi Sharma  have you ever wondered what would be your condition when you are proclaimed a witch so terrible the experience may be but dear reader, if you want to know just travel to some villages of Bihar and Rajasthan, women are treated as if they were a witch they are beaten endlessly, sometimes being killed, and people take pride doing this are we living under better infrastructure, no my friend, it is a slur on the face of our country, we have to clean it with the passage of time.

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.

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?

DON'T FORGET ME - by Nilay Baycar

DON'T  FORGET  ME by  Nilay Baycar Every time and everywhere,Remember me.When it gets dark,Promise just andDon't forget me.When you feel it,Just think about me,Once you said: 'Always',So, be honest andDon't forget me.What about your feelings?Once you said: 'True love',If you are a reliable guy,Promise just andDon't forget me.

AUTUMN SONG - by Sarojini Naidu

 

AUTUMN  SONG by Sarojini Naidu Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,   The sunset hangs on a cloud;A golden storm of glittering sheaves,Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,   The wild wind blows in a cloud. Hark to a voice that is calling   To my heart in the voice of the wind:My heart is weary and sad and alone,For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,   And why should I stay behind?

WHERE ARE THE JOYS I HAVE MET - by Robert Burns

 

WHERE  ARE  THE  JOYS  I  HAVE  MET by Robert Burns Where are the joys I have met in the morning, That danc’d to the lark’s early song ? Where is the peace that awaited my wand’ring, At evening the wild-woods among ? No more a winding the course of yon river, And marking sweet flowerets so fair, No more I trace the light footsteps of Pleasure, But Sorrow and sad-sighing Care. Is it that Summer’s forsaken our valleys, And grim, surly Winter is near ? No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses Proclaim it the pride of the year. Fain would I hide what I fear to discover, Yet long, long, too well have I known; All that has caused this wreck in my bosom, Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone. Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal, Nor Hope dare a comfort bestow: Come then, enamour’d and fond of my anguish, Enjoyment I’ll seek in my woe.

MY DARLING - by Emma Marie Etwell

 

MY  DARLING by Emma Marie Etwell    My darling, my girl, Why are you so sad ? Why can't you see that life is not all bad ? You're my angel. Please don't cry, I don't understand, so please tell me why ? Your beautiful face, Your fading smile, I vow to make you happy for more than just a while. You're so precious, Why can't you see ? I beg you to break that chain, Then you'll be free. The past is gone, It's not going to change, But the future is yours... For you to arrange, Live your life, Be happy, don't cry. I'm here and now those tears can dry. I love you, my darling, Let go of the sorrow, Because I'm here for you.... Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

WE WERE MEANT TO BE - by Justice

WE  WERE  MEANT  TO  BE by Justice Somewhere in time We fell in love Our feelings were so strong Stars sparkled up above Somewhere in time Nothing else mattered We were together Until our hopes and our dreams were shattered Somewhere in time Great memories are there Our love was once great Nothing could compare Somewhere in time Our love stands still A love that we lost Somehow, against our will Somewhere in time We'll meet again Somewhere in time Our love will never end

COMING HOME - by Ellen P. Allerton

 

COMING  HOME by  Ellen P. Allerton     Home to my mother's door. Push back the lock,     She will not open it - no use to knock.     A weight is on my breast; oh ! never yet     Daughter at mother's door such welcome met!     No kiss upon my lips; no word, no sound,     No loving arms reach out to clasp me round,     I cross the threshold to a solemn room,     Peopled with shadows, silent as the tomb.     The heavy air is chill - no fire, no light;     Only pale sunshine, streaming thin and white     Through the bare panes upon the naked floor.     I shrink and shiver - do not shut the door !     Tread lightly on the creaking boards, speak low;     Start not the hollow echoes; well I know     They sleep in every corner. Do not call,     Lest they should answer loudly, one and all.     Her voice is still. 'Twas here I heard it last -      Here by the door. The tears fell thick and fast     From both our eyes; today the drops run o'er     From only mine; and she - she weeps no more.     This was her bed-room; it was here, you say,     She laid in silence all that summer day,     With roses (how she loved them!) at her head,     Wreathed on the wall and strewn upon her bed.     Now she lies yonder, and a sombre pall     The dead leaves weave above her as they fall;     The rains that beat, the autumn Winds that blow,     Are making ready heavy shrouds of snow.     Whatever covers her, she still sleeps well;     But oh! these silent rooms! I can not tell     Why their cold emptiness should move me so;     I can not bear it longer - let us go.

SUNSHINE THROUGH A COOBWEBBED WINDOW - by Amy Lowell

 

SUNSHINE  THROUGH  A  COOBWEBBED  WINDOW by Amy Lowell What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries,Of outworn, childish mysteries,Vague pageants woven on a web of dream!And we, pushing and fighting in the turbid streamOf modern life, find solace in your tarnished broideries.Old lichened halls, sun-shaded by huge cedar-trees,The layered branches horizontal stretched, like JapaneseDark-banded prints. Carven cathedrals, on a skyOf faintest colour, where the gothic spires flyAnd sway like masts, against a shifting breeze.Worm-eaten pages, clasped in old brown vellum,shrunkFrom over-handling, by some anxious monk.Or Virgin's Hours, bright with gold and gravenWith flowers, and rare birds, and all the Saints of Heaven,And Noah's ark stuck on Ararat, when all the world had sunk.They soothe us like a song, heard in a garden,sungBy youthful minstrels, on the moonlight flungIn cadences and falls, to ease a queen,Widowed and childless, cowering in a screenOf myrtles, whose life hangs with all its threads unstrung.

TELL ME HOW - by Bilal Anaim

TELL  ME  HOW by Bilal Anaim You can hurt me if youdon't even tryI'm sensitive in placesthat don't make others cryWords have inflicted uponme these woundsThey've healed some...but sometimes they'vere-open by youI'll listen to you when youtell me how ?How not, and how to ?so we make it nowRespecting your person,I'll try to be realSensitive to my words,and how you would feel ?Color me crazy,or paint me dark blueChallenge my reasonfor not staying trueExit all balance,and enter my mindGive it a whirl,and see what you find

THE PROMISE - by Mario William Vitale

THE  PROMISE by  Mario William Vitale We promised to love - until death do us part Now you're leaving - you're breaking my heart, You found someone else - you love more then me Now it's over - you're setting me free You promised me - there could never be Anyone - you could love more then me, Now you tell me - that you love him And my love - you could never share You promised me - our love would last forever That we would always be together, Now it's over - just memories remain What once was happiness-now is pain

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE - by Alexandra Gross

DO  YOU  KNOW  WHAT  IT'S  LIKE by  Alexandra  Gross Do you know what it's like To be different? To never Feel quite right with people? To be in a crowd and yet utterly Alone? To wish for someone Who understands you completely, And come to the realisation that No such person exists ? I do. Do you know what it's like  To be a freak ? To have Everyone who sees you either Pity you, or hate you? To receive Funny looks every day, every hour? To have people question everything You say or do? I do. Do you know what it's like To be unwanted ? To know That you don't belong anywhere? To know that you're nobody's favourite, Nobody's best friend? To know that, when you're with a person, There's always someone he or she would Rather be with? I do. Do you know what it's like to be normal ? To be in constant worry that someone Won't approve of what you do, or say ? To always need the right clothes, or The right music on the right iPod ? To never know your real friend From that person who just wants to Have the social status of hanging out with Somebody normal ? I don't. And I sure as hell never want to find out.