Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Sunday, February 26, 2012

To Blossoms


                                    by Robert Herrick (1591–1674)
  FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree,
    Why do ye fall so fast?
    Your date is not so past,
But you may stay yet here awhile
    To blush and gently smile,      
        And go at last.

What, were ye born to be
    An hour or half’s delight,
    And so to bid good-night?
’Twas pity Nature brought ye forth
    Merely to show your worth,
        And lose you quite.

But you are lovely leaves, where we
    May read how soon things have
    Their end, though ne’er so brave:
And after they have shown their pride
    Like you, awhile, they glide
        Into the grave.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Roses ...by George Eliot


You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!

Friday, November 4, 2011

Keep Your Heart in your Pocket


Keep your heart in your pocket
is what I learnt
after the umpteen trysts
and things I watched.

if you keep the heart in chest
it is untamable, unruly
& it throbs irregularly
at silly love interests.

If she once sits by your side
or just looks with the look you know what
the heart pounds hard
And knits fairy-tales around.

Know that, you can’t be careful enough
as your heart can’t be reasoned out.
So, I always say about
Keep your heart in your Pocket.

And its even not uncommon
for the heart to pop out
at her sweet simple potion
which she might brew sometime.

And when your heart is
in her hands.
Mind you, probably she will
drop it, being uncertain.

Uncertain, what to do with
your human heart,
She JUST wants to play around
And so uncertain about the byproduct she found.

That is why I will say
Keep your heart in your pocket.
Perhaps you are thinking about the mind
like ‘I’ll think with my brain.’

Let me say like this my friend,
your brain can’t handle the heart’s helm.
The heart runs its own course
Unaffected by brain or any such cold morose.

So don’t keep your heart in the brain
nor in hands, nor the chest
but keep your heart
Deep Inside Your Pocket.

gilnov jetlui