excerpts 4m my own pennings-Inside

I put on such a tough stand-
But that is all shattered inside.
Like that ragged livery
Patched up with embroidery
World only sees my sequins and beads,
None know each of my thread beneath bleeds.


I bring out such a composed-self-
But that is all broken inside.
Like that secretly fissured vase
Holding flowers by some God's grace
World only sees my face and flowers
Touch me once I'll come down to shards


I look so hopeful, full of dreams-
But that is all scattered inside.
Like that termite eaten wood
Still wearing the strong and brown look.
World only sees my twigs and leaves
No one hears that my heart heaves.

My French Pursuits-Mes pursuites francais

Il tout commence avec quelque mots de francais que je avais appris quelque part.........lentement ces mots devenait un desir apprendre plus....et donc je demande de un de mon ami m'aider...mais ce n'est pas tres reussi....pour quelque temps je suis assis sans espoir......puis soudainement une idee m'a frappe.....et cela etait utiliser internet donc j'ai cherche quelque website que enseigne francais(continuerai plus tard)

Leisure---by William H Davies

This again is a poem close to my heart..............it cleaves me into twain and questions what m i doing is that what i wanted...........


What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.


No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.


No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.


No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.


No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.


No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.


A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies

The solitary reaper---By William Wordworth

The Solitary Reaper----i read this poem at school level.............and it has been there in my memeory seated firmly .Dont know why but it gives me some kinda solace.....with the simplicity and the way the it is painted when i read it i feel that i am actually hearing that mysterious song which Wordsworth could not comprehend himself but felt about so deeply.........it happens sometimes....we get to feel related to such unrelated,incomprhensible things at times and understand them in the light of our own thoughts.......our own moods.....thats my perspect about this poem.....


The Solitary Reaper

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.


No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.


Will no one tell me what she sings?
--Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?


Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;
--I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

William Wordsworth

excerpts 4m my own pennings-invincible depths

Invincible Depths!!

Its not always trekking up,
Even treading down is thrilling.
Its not always the height that appeals,
Depths have their own charms.


Braving that force of earth is daring
But living at the mercy of it... even more courageous,
So if you wonderin at that sky kissing mountain,
This astounding waterfall stupefies me.


You always win up there,
But there isn't any victory downhill.
You achieve, you conquer there,
But only surrender downhill.



Why then you take pride in soaring high,
When the real invincibilities lie in depth.
Why you fooling yourself and shouting Eureka!
When you fear even to look back at depth.

when a no says it all

yes or no have been such an inevitable part of any language but strangely they aren't under any parts of speech!!at least i don't know and havent ever been told about there belonging to any part of speech. Seems they cannot be put into any and are a part of speech on their own.Further this NO amuses me more sometimes because of its laconic attitude.....for a yes opens a whole new world of possibilities, opportunities,chances of success and failures, speculations, plans,fortunes ,misfortunes,apprehensions, fear and so much but a no says it all and ends it all then and there...for construction or destruction...but it says it all.It dosen't leave scope for any further argument and ends all that a yes would have opened up....so laconic!!
But its not only the laconic attitude thats appealing about a NO....but also that psychological element surrounding the word is noteworhty.British Prime Minister, Tony Blair, once said " The art of leadership is saying no,not yes.It is very easy to say yes". Infact saying no is an art in itself.An art that has no comparables. In life we face a myriad of situations where saying no is not only inevitable but also mandatory. Generally no is always accompanied by a degree of sternness that depends upon the situation and the person on whom the no is to be crowned.For eg. when a mother says no to her child's demand for candies- the no is so full of concern or so full of guilt if the demand is unaffordable for her.But when a woman says no to a man's lustful advances or even to a sincere proposal which can't be reciprocated for some reason of her own there isn't any concern or guilt but a sense of self respect and also fear that need not be explained.But in both the situations it is a rope walk and that is where the art lies.In the former case the care is to be taken that the feelings of the child is not hurt while in the latter the feelings are to be destroyed without hurting the ego.Again in both the cases the no should be so artfully accompanied with the apt degree of sternness so that the demand and the proposal is not repeated. What an art!!
But saying no is not always such a grave situation.Just imagine a situation where a renowned glutton is saying no to a plate of sweets offered to him. It is a funny one.If you get a chance do try to notice the urge in every limb of his to snatch that yet he is refusing with utmost will........This no dosent end with just a one no 'cause the host does press it to the guest to have it and now it depends on how determined that no was(will continue further)

excerpts 4m my own pennings-HAVE FAITH!!

Have faith-but not to touch it,
Not to hold it like i hold this pen'
Just have faith!
Even amidst the treason,
Even amidst those doubts,
Even in the face of that mocking question-
"Does he really exists?"
Have faith!!


Have faith- that's the only answer
The end of every discussion over it.
Just have faith!
It was never proved and established.
It will never be proved and established.
It won't ever become a fact,
That's why they say-
Have faith!


Have faith-but not to fight atheism,
It's just another face of faith.
Just have faith!
To believe that the Ideal exists,
To follow the Ideal not to preach it,
To emulate the ideal to the nearest possible.
That is the purpose of all faiths-
So have faith!!