Without Her

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.
Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway
Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
Without her? Tears, ah me! for love’s good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood’s counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.

-Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Other poetry

My He(art)...

To love another with all of your heart

Can be seen as a work of art.

 

DHARA SE DOOR CHAND

दूर धरा से चाँद को निहारती 

होकर �

When You Went Away

when you went away my world turned cold and gray.

when you wanted to leave I begged you t

Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over garden nights,
Death,

Undying Love

I told you I loved you.

You didn't hesitate to say it back.

You held me in your a

If Only She Knew

She has a special way

Of turning around my terrible day.

She makes all the bad th

Am Yours..

I'd give all I have to stay yours,

for you are everything I adore.

You open up th

Yad To Aati Hogi

 

Yaad to aati hogi tumko rulati hogi

 

Meri tasvir tumhe roj r

The Definition of Love
My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despai

Colours Of Life!! (on Holi)
A child is born in pink
a bundle of white fur deep in wink

plays with all the greens in pa