Sleeping at Last

Sleeping at Last

You taught me the courage of stars before you left.
 How light carries on endlessly, even after death.
 With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite.
 How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

 I couldn’t help but ask
 For you to say it all again.
 I tried to write it down
 But I could never find a pen.
 I’d give anything to hear
 You say it one more time,
 That the universe was made
 Just to be seen by my eyes.

 With shortness of breath, I’ll explain the infinite
 How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist.

Song by a band called Saturn

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Heart of a Woman

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

~Audrey Hepburn

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THE FEET of people walking home

THE FEET of people walking home
In gayer sandals go,
The Crocus, till she rises,
The Vassal of the Snow—
The lips at Hallelujah!     
Long years of practice bore,
Till bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing on the shore.

Emily Dickinson

Trickling down my cheek was a tear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when your sweet memories came back again
they came along with a silent pain
because now you were nowhere near...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when in my mind came your face so fine
you can never be mine
to me you had made that so clear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when i was unable to find out why you did not love me,
what reason could it be
was it someone else?? i was haunted by this fear...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when i found out that you were made for someone else only
my heart broke i felt so lonely
because iv been loving you for years...

Trickling down my cheek was a tear,
when everything is over now
in front of my fate i had to bow
but you were the only one whom i had ever loved my dear...

- wrote this when i was in high school

A self portrait, in my deepest darkest hours.....life is riding on really rough terrains nowdays...Ever since Gabbar died, nothing seems to go right. Lost someone so close to my heart recently. Forgotten how it feels to be happy. How it feels to be happy....

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GOD gave a loaf to every bird

Nikon D70

GOD gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine,
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.

It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,
An Indiaman—an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.

Emily Dickinson

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Shadows walk

LIKE Men and Women shadows walk
Upon the hills today,
With here and there a mighty bow,
Or trailing courtesy
To Neighbors, doubtless, of their own;
Not quickened to perceive
Minuter landscape, as Ourselves
And Boroughs where we live.

Emily Dickinson

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