A Pretty Woman

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

That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers!To think men cannot take you, Sweet,
And enfold you,
Ay, and hold you,
And so keep you what they make you, Sweet!You like us for a glance, you know---
For a word's sake
Or a sword's sake,
All's the same, whate'er the chance, you know.And in turn we make you ours, we say---
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say.All's our own, to make the most of, Sweet---
Sing and say for,
Watch and pray for,
Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet!But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,
Though we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed you
in a mortar---for you could not, Sweet!So, we leave the sweet face fondly there:
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!
Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there!And while the face lies quiet there,
Who shall wonder
That I ponder
A conclusion? I will try it there.As---why must one, for the love foregone,
Scout mere liking?
Thunder-striking
Earth---the heaven, we looked above for, gone!Why, with beauty, needs there money be,
Love with liking?
Crush the fly-king
In his gauze, because no honey-bee?May not liking be so simple-sweet,
If love grew there
'Twould undo there
All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet?Is the creature too imperfect,
Would you mend it
And so end it?
Since not all addition perfects aye!Or is it of its kind, perhaps,
Just perfection---
Whence, rejection
Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps?Shall we burn up, tread that face at once
Into tinder,
And so hinder
Sparks from kindling all the place at once?Or else kiss away one's soul on her?
Your love-fancies!
---A sick man sees
Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her!Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose---
Plucks a mould-flower
For his gold flower,
Uses fine things that efface the rose:Rosy rubies make its cup more rose,
Precious metals
Ape the petals,---
Last, some old king locks it up, morose!Then how grace a rose? I know a way!
Leave it, rather.
Must you gather?
Smell, kiss, wear it---at last, throw away!

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Par bolo toote pyaalon par

Jeevan mein madhu ka pyaala tha

 

Tumne tan man mein daala tha

 

Season of Love
When Spring in sunny woodland lay,
And gilded buds were sparely set
On oak tree and the thor

When I See You

When I see you,

Your eyes sparkle while you say hi with the sweetest voice in the world.<

Blinded By Love

You keep running from the truth; you know it's true.

You think I am crazy for loving you.

Another Crush

I don't want to keep feeling this way,

Because each time I come closer, you move away.

IS DHARTI KE TYOHAR

अलबेलों की इस धरती के त्योहार भी हैं �

MAA KO BETI KI PUKAAR

अपना निवाला छोड़कर मेरी खातिर तुमने �

For A Friend Who Helped Me

A person who will listen and not condemn,

Someone on whom you can depend.

They wi

ZINDGI ME UJALA

हर मोड़ पर काटे बिझे है

हर कदम संभा

Friends...

F- Friends are precious gifts

R- Rare and hard to find

I- Invisible when life is