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Tuesday, 20 January 2015
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U r unique,
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U r da best
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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY MY SWEET HEART!
U r caring,
U r da best
And I am the luckiest
to have U in my life...
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY MY SWEET HEART!
english poetry sms message
Silence Is Not A Lack Of Words.
Silence Is Not A Lack Of Music.
Silence Is Not A Lack Of Curses.
Silence Is Not A Lack Of Screams.
Silence Is Not A Lack Of Colors
Or Voices Or Bodies Or Whistling Wind.
Silence Is Not A Lack Of Anything.
Silence Is Resting, Nestling
In Every Leaf Of Every Tree,
In Every Root And Branch.
Silence Is The Flower Sprouting
Upon The Branch.
Silence Is The Mother Singing
To Her Newborn Babe.
Silence Is The Mother Crying
For Her Stillborn Babe.
Silence Is The Life Of All
These Babes, Whose Breath
Is A Breath Of God.
Silence Is Seeing And Singing Praises.
Silence Is The Roar Of Ocean Waves.
Silence Is The Sandpiper Dancing
On The Shore.
Silence Is The Vastness Of A Whale.
Silence Is A Blade Of Grass.
Silence Is Sound
And Silence Is Silence.
Silence Is Love, Even
The Love That Hides In Hate.
Silence Is The Pompous Queen
And The Harlot And The Pimp
Hugging His Purse On A Crowded Street.
Silence Is The Healer Dreaming
The Plant, The Drummer Drumming
The Dream. It Is The Lover's
Exhausted Fall Into Sleep.
It Is The Call Of Morning Birds.
Silence Is God's Beat Tapping All Hearts.
Silence Is The Star Kissing A Flower.
Silence Is A Word, A Hope, A Candle
Lighting The Window Of Home.
Silence Is Everything --The Renewing Sleep
Of Earth, The Purifying Dream Of Water,
The Purifying Rage Of Fire, The Soaring
And Spiraling Flight Of Air. It Is All
Things Dissolved Into No-Thing--Silence
Is With You Always.....The Presence
Of I AM...
Silence Is Not A Lack Of Music.
Silence Is Not A Lack Of Curses.
Silence Is Not A Lack Of Screams.
Silence Is Not A Lack Of Colors
Or Voices Or Bodies Or Whistling Wind.
Silence Is Not A Lack Of Anything.
Silence Is Resting, Nestling
In Every Leaf Of Every Tree,
In Every Root And Branch.
Silence Is The Flower Sprouting
Upon The Branch.
Silence Is The Mother Singing
To Her Newborn Babe.
Silence Is The Mother Crying
For Her Stillborn Babe.
Silence Is The Life Of All
These Babes, Whose Breath
Is A Breath Of God.
Silence Is Seeing And Singing Praises.
Silence Is The Roar Of Ocean Waves.
Silence Is The Sandpiper Dancing
On The Shore.
Silence Is The Vastness Of A Whale.
Silence Is A Blade Of Grass.
Silence Is Sound
And Silence Is Silence.
Silence Is Love, Even
The Love That Hides In Hate.
Silence Is The Pompous Queen
And The Harlot And The Pimp
Hugging His Purse On A Crowded Street.
Silence Is The Healer Dreaming
The Plant, The Drummer Drumming
The Dream. It Is The Lover's
Exhausted Fall Into Sleep.
It Is The Call Of Morning Birds.
Silence Is God's Beat Tapping All Hearts.
Silence Is The Star Kissing A Flower.
Silence Is A Word, A Hope, A Candle
Lighting The Window Of Home.
Silence Is Everything --The Renewing Sleep
Of Earth, The Purifying Dream Of Water,
The Purifying Rage Of Fire, The Soaring
And Spiraling Flight Of Air. It Is All
Things Dissolved Into No-Thing--Silence
Is With You Always.....The Presence
Of I AM...
English Shayari
mein nay iss taur se chaha tujhe aksar janaan
jaisay mahtab ko be-ant samander chahay
jaisay sooraj ki kiran seep ke dil mai utray
jaisay khushbu ko hawa, rung se hut ker chahay
jaisay pathhar ke kalaijay se kiran phoot-ti hai
jaisay ghunchay khulay mausam se hina mangtay hein
jaisay khaaboan mai khayaloan ki kamaan toot-ti hai
jaisay barish ki dua aabla-pa mangtay hein
mera har khaab meray such ki gawahi de ga
wus?at-e-deed ne tujh se teri khaahish ki hai
meri sochoan mai kabhi dekh sarapa apna!
mai ne duniya se alag teri parastish ki hai
khaahis-e-deed ka mausam kabhi dhundla jo hua
noach daali hain zamanay ki naqabain mai ne
teri palkoan pay utarti hui subhoan k liye
toar daali hain sitaroan ki tanabain main ne
mai nay chaha keh teray husn ki gulnaar fiza
meri ghazlon ki qataron se mehekti jaey
mai ne chaha keh meray fun ke gulistaan ki bahaar
teri aankhoan ke gulaboan se mehekti jaye
tai to yeh tha keh sajata rahay lafzoan ke kanwal
meray khamosh khayaloan mai takallum tera
raqs kerta rahay, bharta rahay, khushbu ka khumaar
meri khaahish ke jazeeroan mein takallum tera
tu magar ajnabi mahol ki parwardah kiran
meri bujhti hoi ratoan ko sahar ker na saki
teri sansoan mai maseehai to thee laikin tu bhee
chara-e-zakhm-e-gham-e-deeda-e-tarr, ker na saki
tujh ko maloom hi kab hai keh kisi dard ka daagh
aankh se dil mein utar jaey to kya hota hai???
tu keh seemab tabiyat hai tujhe kya maloom
mausam-e-hijr theher jaey to kya hota hai
tu nay uss moar pay tora hai ta?alluq keh jahan
dekh sakta nahin koi bhee palat ker janaan
abb yeh aalam hai keh ankhain jo khulain gee apni
yaad aey ga teri deed ka manzar janaan
mujh se maangay ga teray ehd-e-mohobbat ka hisaab
teray hijraan ka dehekta hua mehshar janaan
yoon meray dil ke barabar tera gham aya hai
jaisay sheeshay ke maqabil koi pathhar janaan!!!
jaisay mahtaab ko be-ant samander chahay
mai ne iss taur se chaha tujhay aksar janaan!!!
jaisay mahtab ko be-ant samander chahay
jaisay sooraj ki kiran seep ke dil mai utray
jaisay khushbu ko hawa, rung se hut ker chahay
jaisay pathhar ke kalaijay se kiran phoot-ti hai
jaisay ghunchay khulay mausam se hina mangtay hein
jaisay khaaboan mai khayaloan ki kamaan toot-ti hai
jaisay barish ki dua aabla-pa mangtay hein
mera har khaab meray such ki gawahi de ga
wus?at-e-deed ne tujh se teri khaahish ki hai
meri sochoan mai kabhi dekh sarapa apna!
mai ne duniya se alag teri parastish ki hai
khaahis-e-deed ka mausam kabhi dhundla jo hua
noach daali hain zamanay ki naqabain mai ne
teri palkoan pay utarti hui subhoan k liye
toar daali hain sitaroan ki tanabain main ne
mai nay chaha keh teray husn ki gulnaar fiza
meri ghazlon ki qataron se mehekti jaey
mai ne chaha keh meray fun ke gulistaan ki bahaar
teri aankhoan ke gulaboan se mehekti jaye
tai to yeh tha keh sajata rahay lafzoan ke kanwal
meray khamosh khayaloan mai takallum tera
raqs kerta rahay, bharta rahay, khushbu ka khumaar
meri khaahish ke jazeeroan mein takallum tera
tu magar ajnabi mahol ki parwardah kiran
meri bujhti hoi ratoan ko sahar ker na saki
teri sansoan mai maseehai to thee laikin tu bhee
chara-e-zakhm-e-gham-e-deeda-e-tarr, ker na saki
tujh ko maloom hi kab hai keh kisi dard ka daagh
aankh se dil mein utar jaey to kya hota hai???
tu keh seemab tabiyat hai tujhe kya maloom
mausam-e-hijr theher jaey to kya hota hai
tu nay uss moar pay tora hai ta?alluq keh jahan
dekh sakta nahin koi bhee palat ker janaan
abb yeh aalam hai keh ankhain jo khulain gee apni
yaad aey ga teri deed ka manzar janaan
mujh se maangay ga teray ehd-e-mohobbat ka hisaab
teray hijraan ka dehekta hua mehshar janaan
yoon meray dil ke barabar tera gham aya hai
jaisay sheeshay ke maqabil koi pathhar janaan!!!
jaisay mahtaab ko be-ant samander chahay
mai ne iss taur se chaha tujhay aksar janaan!!!
English Shayari
Seasons In The Sun
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall?.
Surprises and joys?hidden in All?.
A strange warmth, within the winter chills..
Oh, the bewitching pictures?of snow-clad hills !
A burst of colours?as the Spring flowers appear,
Like rainbows on petals…here,there? and everywhere !
Energy and sunshine..?the Summer brings,
A long vacation !.?among other things.!
Autumn arrives..with its quiet charm?
Leaves jump for joy?..and lie arm in arm..
Seasons come..and Seasons leave?.
New visions to see?new dreams to weave !!
Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall?.
Surprises and joys?hidden in All?.
A strange warmth, within the winter chills..
Oh, the bewitching pictures?of snow-clad hills !
A burst of colours?as the Spring flowers appear,
Like rainbows on petals…here,there? and everywhere !
Energy and sunshine..?the Summer brings,
A long vacation !.?among other things.!
Autumn arrives..with its quiet charm?
Leaves jump for joy?..and lie arm in arm..
Seasons come..and Seasons leave?.
New visions to see?new dreams to weave !!
English Shayari
Freeman’s Mill
The old mill long had closed its doors
the rotting wheel would turn no more
no grain to grind, no country stores
where old men sat, told stories, swore…
the rotting wheel would turn no more
no grain to grind, no country stores
where old men sat, told stories, swore…
And rocks that formed the waterfall
became the playground for us all
on summer days, it beckoned, called
beneath the old mill’s rotting walls….
became the playground for us all
on summer days, it beckoned, called
beneath the old mill’s rotting walls….
The chill of water, mountain-fed
awakened spirits, long since dead
where millers’ children once were fed
on banks upon which lovers wed.
awakened spirits, long since dead
where millers’ children once were fed
on banks upon which lovers wed.
And yet i hear the echoes still
where laughter of the children filled
those rotting walls upon the hill
‘twas once the home to Freeman’s Mill….
where laughter of the children filled
those rotting walls upon the hill
‘twas once the home to Freeman’s Mill….
english poetry
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
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