Things so Beautiful,things so charming,
Sitting on my table,n thoughts knitting at a rate so alarming.
Raining heavily outside,in dese winters so chilling,
Goose-bumps standing even when m not wishing...;p
With no title and subheading,
Why is the poem not ending!!!:?
With the sleepy atmosphere growing,
n in the thoughts so deep,is my pen swaying....
So many works in my mind to be completed,
Very many tasks set to be accomplished.
With so many desires,
and willingness to perspire,
Many people inspire,
Some may conspire,
But the success of the great,I admire,
And this worthy soul is set to go higher...
Can't go to thy grave, with music still in me,
Opening the shackles n be just me...
Free to fly,
Wanna go very high,
I take a sigh,
with the head held high...
There may be varying times,
when your strength may sublime,
When the things go wrong,
(as they sometimes will...)
I urge you to just be strong,
With nobody blaming thy destiny for long....
Here i re quote the lines of William Jennings,
Which are though simple, but have deep meaning--
"Destiny is not a matter of chance,it is a matter of choice.
It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved"
So thoughts getting woven endlessly,
Me in the chasm of reality nd practicality...
Too much "thand" outside,
With hands as cold as ice...
Again some music in my mind getting enchanted magically,
Me swaying in its symphonies and melody,
Now i must stop,else I'll keep on writing endlessly....
Good bye friends and my few readers indeed,
coz my thoughts may be meagre but i have no greed...
With lots of love and respect,
I say good bye to catch you in my writing coming next.....
Sitting on my table,n thoughts knitting at a rate so alarming.
Raining heavily outside,in dese winters so chilling,
Goose-bumps standing even when m not wishing...;p
With no title and subheading,
Why is the poem not ending!!!:?
With the sleepy atmosphere growing,
n in the thoughts so deep,is my pen swaying....
So many works in my mind to be completed,
Very many tasks set to be accomplished.
With so many desires,
and willingness to perspire,
Many people inspire,
Some may conspire,
But the success of the great,I admire,
And this worthy soul is set to go higher...
Can't go to thy grave, with music still in me,
Opening the shackles n be just me...
Free to fly,
Wanna go very high,
I take a sigh,
with the head held high...
There may be varying times,
when your strength may sublime,
When the things go wrong,
(as they sometimes will...)
I urge you to just be strong,
With nobody blaming thy destiny for long....
Here i re quote the lines of William Jennings,
Which are though simple, but have deep meaning--
"Destiny is not a matter of chance,it is a matter of choice.
It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved"
So thoughts getting woven endlessly,
Me in the chasm of reality nd practicality...
Too much "thand" outside,
With hands as cold as ice...
Again some music in my mind getting enchanted magically,
Me swaying in its symphonies and melody,
Now i must stop,else I'll keep on writing endlessly....
Good bye friends and my few readers indeed,
coz my thoughts may be meagre but i have no greed...
With lots of love and respect,
I say good bye to catch you in my writing coming next.....
