I Love You

Yesterday you asked me something
I thought you knew
So i told you with a smile
Its all about you
Then you whispered in my ear
And you told me too
Said you make my life worthwhile
Its all about you
And i would answer all your wishes
If you ask me to
But if you deny me one of your kisses
Don’t know what I’d do
So hold me close

Born Free

1947 August 14th 2400 hrs’ , when the world was asleep , a nation woke, and then after it never slept , and it would never. its 60 yrs now, since then this land is Ours , Indians, .

I born on this land , which belongs to me , my parents, my brothers , my sisters , my freinds , my nation , I am Bron Free … How can I thank the one who made be born free , the one who struggeld for my independence , my nations independence …. A Sincere thanks isn’t enough for the souls of the people who struggeled for independence , They wanted to see India as Free , they wanted to see India as proseperous , they wanted to see India as Powerfull , they wanted to see India as a nation of Humanity .
Where the mind is without fear,
and the Head is held High …into
The Heaven of Freedom ,
My Father…….
let My country Awake …….
the nation is awake , but are we really held high into heaven of freedom .
are we the true sucessors of the people , who sacrificed their today for our tommorow ?

Continued ….

HOPE

WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,
When no fair dreams before my – mind’s eye – flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head.

Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart:
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright,
And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair;
O let me think it is not quite in vain
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air!
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head!

In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country’s honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade.
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed -
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!

Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest,
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire!
With the base purple of a court oppress’d,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud;
Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar:
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed,
Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head.

John Keats

Poem, "Fragments of Olympian Gossip"

This was the poem
written by my mentor
Nikola Tesla
10 th of July 1956 – 7th of January 1943

Father of electrical science …..

While listening on my cosmic phone
I caught words from the Olympus blown.
A newcomer was shown around;
That much I could guess, aided by sound.
“There’s Archimedes with his lever
Still busy on problems as ever.
Says: matter and force are transmutable
And wrong the laws you thought immutable.”
“Below, on Earth, they work at full blast
And news are coming in thick and fast.
The latest tells of a cosmic gun.
To be pelted is very poor fun.
We are wary with so much at stake,
Those beggars are a pest—no mistake.”
“Too bad, Sir Isaac, they dimmed your renown
And turned your great science upside down.
Now a long haired crank, Einstein by name,
Puts on your high teaching all the blame.
Says: matter and force are transmutable
And wrong the laws you thought immutable.”
“I am much too ignorant, my son,
For grasping schemes so finely spun.
My followers are of stronger mind
And I am content to stay behind,
Perhaps I failed, but I did my best,
These masters of mine may do the rest.
Come, Kelvin, I have finished my cup.
When is your friend Tesla coming up.”
“Oh, quoth Kelvin, he is always late,
It would be useless to remonstrate.”
Then silence—shuffle of soft slippered feet—
I knock and—the bedlam of the street.
Nikola Tesla, Novice

About this so called LOVE

Close your eyes to see me
And take my hand
I can be your worst nightmare as well as your most beautiful dream come trueCome with me
I shall show you my domain
Domain which is inhabited by few

Do not ask me whether they are blessed or damned
For that does not depend on me or them
And that is the cause of their despair

For I can be death and life
Disease and cure
And that who alone lives in my domain
Shall suffer the most horrible pain

I am everything and nothing
All the power belongs to me
Never ever use my name in vain
That can be so disgraceful
For it weakens me and turns myself into my opposite self
Domain turned into doom

Fear me not
Fear those who have left my domain
And do not blame me in case you come and get sick
Some can not resist my beauty

And I tell you that is not my fault
It´s the fault of your compatriots
Those who share my domain.

Overkill

OverkillI can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I’ll be alright
Perhaps it’s just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day
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Memories

Memories

Light the corners of our minds

misty water colored memories

of the way we were

Scattered pictures

of the smiles we left behind

Smiles we gave to one another

From the way we were

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Or has time rewritten every line?

If we had the chance to do it all again

Tel me would we? Could we?

Memories Can be beautiful and yet

What’s too painful to remember

we simply choose to forget

For its the laughter

We will remember

Whenever we remember

the way we were……

 

Memoirs of a collegian

Hope U never Forget this Pal …..

In tears..

Battle Of thoughts

Life seems hard

The trust I was with

Falls to the challenge of life

The one I was with

left me alone in this

battle of thoughts

Baby Come Get Some

Baby it Dont Matter,
Anyone Can See The Signs,
I caught you looking over, with just a little bit of a smile,
You tell him that you love him, while im running through your mind.
Cos i know, that you know, your cover will blow it’s only a matter of time.

It’s Not My Style, to try an cheat and lie, why do you santify something that already died.
I’ve got something that i realise.

I aint gonna shout it from the rooftops honey,
Tell me i’m the only one,
Kick em to the curb and baby dont stop running,
Tell me how you gonna come get some.

Did you ever ask yourself the question
‘Where the hell did i go wrong?’
Cos you know when it’s true,
I’ll be waiting for you,
So tell me how you gonna come, come
Come Get Some.

All those words your wasting,
Trying to tell yourself you need more time,
But whats the point in faking,
When you know your’ll never make it right.
You say your head is blurry but i cant get you out of mine.
I don’t mean to cause pressure,
but i just cant let ya,
go on while your living this lie.

It’s not my style,
To let this pass me by,
Why do you santify something thats already died.

I’ve got something that i realise,
I aint gonna shout it from the rooftops honey,
Tell me i’m the only one,
Kick em to the curb and baby dont stop running,
Tell me how you gonna come get some.

Did you ever ask yourself the question
‘Where the hell did i go wrong?’
Cos you know when it’s true,
I’ll be waiting for you,
So tell me how you gonna come, come
Come Get Some.

Pushed out and waiting,
Blackedout and fading,
Flaked out and shaking,
Just breaking for you
Freaked out and pacing,
I just cant go on like this forever.

ELEGY

Because I could not stop for Death—He kindly stopped for me—The Carriage held but just Ourselves—And Immortality. We slowly drove—He knew no hasteAnd I had put awayMy labor and my leisure too,For His Civility—We passed the School, where Children stroveAt Recess—in the Ring—We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—We passed the Setting Sun—Or rather—he passed us—The Dews drew quivering & chill—For only Gossamer, my Gown—My Tippet—only Tulle—We paused before a House that seemedA Swelling of the Ground—The Roof was scarcely visible—The Cornice—in the Ground—Since then—’tis Centuries—and yetFeels shorter than the DayI first surmised the Horses’ HeadsWere toward Eternity—

———————— Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)