Timeless Love
Lured by the beckoning sands of the desert he went
Last week in home country as though heavens sent
Now standing in the lovely old heritage palace suite
His spirit felt at home as instincts told him to retreat
Ambivalent thoughts crisscrossed in his veins in a spree
In somnolent state he picked lock of armoire in odd glee
Removed royal dress and regal headgear to don on self eagerly
It was a perfect fit as though waiting since eons for him strangely
With natural grace he wore accompanying jewels with aplomb
Feeling as though he was finally home awakened from a tomb
Sounds of old folk melodies and a love lament wafted in the air
Involuntarily he ran out and disappeared amidst stupefied stares
As though a ghost was sighted, old palace guards shivered in fear
The prince had returned reincarnated to keep vow as foretold by seer
They ran to fetch the old doyen who was hanging to life by a thread
Sure her beloved would keep his word as promised on his deathbed
Same old love ballad finally rang out in the balmy soft desert air
Serenading with violin her beloved stood at the window with old flair
She snapped her life’s thread and wafted joyfully towards her lover
Embracing entwining- two lover’s souls that even time failed to severe
The ultimate valentine is one that is beholden to neither sun nor sand or time
Two loving souls are in reality only one, need neither reason nor rhyme!!!
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Come out of the circle of time / And into the circle of love.-RUMI
In true love the smallest distance is too great, and
the greatest distance can be bridged.
Hans Nouwens
True love stories never have endings.
Anonymous
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself.
It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations:
it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Honore de Balzac French, Novelist
The man or woman you really love will never grow old to you.
Through the wrinkles of time,
through the bowed frame of years,
the warm heart union of your eternal love.
Alfred Montapert
But true love is a durable fire In the mind ever burning;
Never sick, never old, never dead;
From itself never turning.
Sir Walter Raliegh
Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.
Seneca 4 B.C. � 65 A.D., Spanish-born Roman Statesman, philosopher
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Shadows
Poem 1
shadow of my past
overcast
dark
gloomy
portending
doom
shaking off
erasing it
chasing away
not happening
lengthy
elongated
seated
shortened delightfully
sleeping
same size
very much
there
to banish
must self perish
first
dust to dust
to bust
yet it is still
carried forward
baggage of karma
crosses over
to settle account
finally
before
thinning
dissipating
erasing
going going gone!!
clean slate
to start all
over
another shadow
another gameplan
to beat the odds
life goes on
shadows
stay
put
--
www.binaguptapoetry.com
Keep your face always toward the sunshine -
and shadows will fall behind you.
Walt Whitman
American, Poet
To rid ourselves of our shadows -- who we are -- we must step into
either total light or total darkness. Goodness and evil.
Jeremy P. Johnson
How many people make themselves abstract to appear
profound. The most useful part of abstract terms are
the shadows they create to hide a vacuum.
Joseph Joubert 1754-1824, French Moralist
Old sins cast long shadows.
English 20th Century Proverbs
************
Poem 2
Shadows Stay Put
The Inseparables
Tangible and intangible
Joined at the hip,
Implacable Siamese twins
The body and its shadow
Life pursued by death
Betwixt yesterday n tomorrow
Present is ever moving shadow
Embarked on life’s journey
Only shadow stays put
Daring to be alone, fly solo
I try to cut my shadow loose,
I stamp on it, fight it, rail against it
Physically resist it, emotionally banish it
All goes to naught, doesn’t quit
Inexorably, shadow stays put
Sun begets shadow and to banish it
Need total darkness or total light
Rising sun and setting sun elongates shadows
Midday’s sun at its zenith, makes it disappear
Total light, is quite intolerable
Hence, shadow stays put
Lobotomy is drastic, life with
Shadows is the ultimate truth
Only shadows stay put
The body and its shadow
Life pursued by death
The Inseparables
Tangible and intangible
Only shadows stay put
www.binaguptapoetry.com
*************
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour
upon the stage And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury, Signifying Nothing.
William Shakespeare
Death is a shadow that always follows the body.
English Proverb
Sayings of British Origin
shadow of my past
overcast
dark
gloomy
portending
doom
shaking off
erasing it
chasing away
not happening
lengthy
elongated
seated
shortened delightfully
sleeping
same size
very much
there
to banish
must self perish
first
dust to dust
to bust
yet it is still
carried forward
baggage of karma
crosses over
to settle account
finally
before
thinning
dissipating
erasing
going going gone!!
clean slate
to start all
over
another shadow
another gameplan
to beat the odds
life goes on
shadows
stay
put
--
www.binaguptapoetry.com
Keep your face always toward the sunshine -
and shadows will fall behind you.
Walt Whitman
American, Poet
To rid ourselves of our shadows -- who we are -- we must step into
either total light or total darkness. Goodness and evil.
Jeremy P. Johnson
How many people make themselves abstract to appear
profound. The most useful part of abstract terms are
the shadows they create to hide a vacuum.
Joseph Joubert 1754-1824, French Moralist
Old sins cast long shadows.
English 20th Century Proverbs
************
Poem 2
Shadows Stay Put
The Inseparables
Tangible and intangible
Joined at the hip,
Implacable Siamese twins
The body and its shadow
Life pursued by death
Betwixt yesterday n tomorrow
Present is ever moving shadow
Embarked on life’s journey
Only shadow stays put
Daring to be alone, fly solo
I try to cut my shadow loose,
I stamp on it, fight it, rail against it
Physically resist it, emotionally banish it
All goes to naught, doesn’t quit
Inexorably, shadow stays put
Sun begets shadow and to banish it
Need total darkness or total light
Rising sun and setting sun elongates shadows
Midday’s sun at its zenith, makes it disappear
Total light, is quite intolerable
Hence, shadow stays put
Lobotomy is drastic, life with
Shadows is the ultimate truth
Only shadows stay put
The body and its shadow
Life pursued by death
The Inseparables
Tangible and intangible
Only shadows stay put
www.binaguptapoetry.com
*************
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour
upon the stage And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury, Signifying Nothing.
William Shakespeare
Death is a shadow that always follows the body.
English Proverb
Sayings of British Origin
Friday, December 26, 2008
Vestiges
Vestiges
Some vestiges of myself still remain…
Some are long gone in the mist of morrows
Some happy some sighing like my sorrows
Yet some still remain..
Pulling back the lacy curtain of my misty memories
I peek through frowning with wistful concentration
Trying to penetrate the foggy clouds of my hallucinations
Hanging on to some vestige of my reality..
A paradox it is, veritably, as I hang on to my sanity
What seems okay to me is actually a moot point with others
My reality is mine only as others look askance in negation
I perilously hang on to the remnants of me
Dried up fragments of flowers and pressed leaves are they
In the book of my life, their fragrance a happy memory
The association, an important part of me, lost in the mists
Of lost vestiges of me in the sands of time…
In these mazes of my mind I seek me in a dazed haze
They think I’ve lost it, yet I know that I am there somewhere
Curled up in self preservation against onslaught of other forces
Stitching tattered vestiges of me in a frenzy…
Am I a closed book gathering dust in peaks and troughs of my life
Trying to make it home under my own steam and no longer roam
The compass of my life gives mixed signals and clueless, I clasp
Tight to the remaining vestiges of me
I ask not for any pity or understanding or acknowledgements
My foibles and my idiosyncrasies aid me to retain me for me
Your memory now exists as those dried blooms in the book of my life
Now I exist in the vestiges of myself that belong to me only!!!
*************www.binaguptapoetry.com
I’m trying to eliminate every vestige of my own personality, style, approach and get into somebody else’s skin. Sometimes I feel I’ve accomplished it. But when I don’t, I’m nobody at all, having left myself at home.
Judy Holliday American, Actress
Teaching is leaving a vestige of one self in the development of another. And surely the student is a bank where you can deposit your most precious treasures.
Eugene P. Bertin
If your descent is from heroic sires, show in your life a remnant of their fires.
Nicholas Boileau 1636-1711, French Literary Poet, Critic
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.
Charles Mackay British, Poet
Some vestiges of myself still remain…
Some are long gone in the mist of morrows
Some happy some sighing like my sorrows
Yet some still remain..
Pulling back the lacy curtain of my misty memories
I peek through frowning with wistful concentration
Trying to penetrate the foggy clouds of my hallucinations
Hanging on to some vestige of my reality..
A paradox it is, veritably, as I hang on to my sanity
What seems okay to me is actually a moot point with others
My reality is mine only as others look askance in negation
I perilously hang on to the remnants of me
Dried up fragments of flowers and pressed leaves are they
In the book of my life, their fragrance a happy memory
The association, an important part of me, lost in the mists
Of lost vestiges of me in the sands of time…
In these mazes of my mind I seek me in a dazed haze
They think I’ve lost it, yet I know that I am there somewhere
Curled up in self preservation against onslaught of other forces
Stitching tattered vestiges of me in a frenzy…
Am I a closed book gathering dust in peaks and troughs of my life
Trying to make it home under my own steam and no longer roam
The compass of my life gives mixed signals and clueless, I clasp
Tight to the remaining vestiges of me
I ask not for any pity or understanding or acknowledgements
My foibles and my idiosyncrasies aid me to retain me for me
Your memory now exists as those dried blooms in the book of my life
Now I exist in the vestiges of myself that belong to me only!!!
*************www.binaguptapoetry.com
I’m trying to eliminate every vestige of my own personality, style, approach and get into somebody else’s skin. Sometimes I feel I’ve accomplished it. But when I don’t, I’m nobody at all, having left myself at home.
Judy Holliday American, Actress
Teaching is leaving a vestige of one self in the development of another. And surely the student is a bank where you can deposit your most precious treasures.
Eugene P. Bertin
If your descent is from heroic sires, show in your life a remnant of their fires.
Nicholas Boileau 1636-1711, French Literary Poet, Critic
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.
Charles Mackay British, Poet
Saturday, November 8, 2008
CHANGE
CHANGE
We try to capture change by default
Bring it to heel, to a complete full stop
Inexorably it marches on and on, forwards
Happening, occurring, not going backwards
We see it as sudden wrinkles on our face
Carved by passing time in form of change
In consternation, we try to make it halt
Hastily slathering potions and what not
Change wondrous change happens all around
A bud suddenly blooms making us astound
Seasons happen, pass, always, every trimester
Bringing natural changes that do not fester
A newborn lying helplessly bawling
In no times turns over n starts crawling
Change touches and affects everything in life
Emotional ties over time either endure or wither
Beloved elders, the firm walls in our backgrounds
Suddenly crumble and breakdown, over time
Memories remain brightly imprinted in our beings
Yet over time, these too become hazy and faded
Life is dynamic, flowing river waters cannot be halted
Change is implacable, mandated, cannot be faulted
**********************www.binaguptapoetry.com
It seems to me self-evident that if you have a life, things happen in it, and certain things do change; certain things end. People you know die.Jonathan Franzen, American, Novelist Quotes
We try to capture change by default
Bring it to heel, to a complete full stop
Inexorably it marches on and on, forwards
Happening, occurring, not going backwards
We see it as sudden wrinkles on our face
Carved by passing time in form of change
In consternation, we try to make it halt
Hastily slathering potions and what not
Change wondrous change happens all around
A bud suddenly blooms making us astound
Seasons happen, pass, always, every trimester
Bringing natural changes that do not fester
A newborn lying helplessly bawling
In no times turns over n starts crawling
Change touches and affects everything in life
Emotional ties over time either endure or wither
Beloved elders, the firm walls in our backgrounds
Suddenly crumble and breakdown, over time
Memories remain brightly imprinted in our beings
Yet over time, these too become hazy and faded
Life is dynamic, flowing river waters cannot be halted
Change is implacable, mandated, cannot be faulted
**********************www.binaguptapoetry.com
It seems to me self-evident that if you have a life, things happen in it, and certain things do change; certain things end. People you know die.Jonathan Franzen, American, Novelist Quotes
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