You 4 me

You are my heart's delight; it burns ever so bright
Every time I try to resist you
I just realize my love for you is true.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Endless Love

Love has yet been transposed
From within your heart to mine.
My love we are the result of such
That's refreshing to the mind.

Agility sparks the flames that keep burning in our souls.
Romance enhances it's beauty
When there is joy for us to behold.

Consuming love flows from my heart
That I hope sparks your flames and desires.
For it's your love my endless love
That today in thee I require.

Rishad Guruvayoor

My Hidden Love

I love him.
But our love is forbidden.
Can we really keep our true love hidden?
We'll fight for our rights with our love combined.
And after we win I'll consider him mine,
For true love can not be forbidden.
Soon we'll have no reason to keep our love hidden.

Neethu Vempanad

My lucky day

You in my life
Will live eternally
I knew the first day we met
You were meant for me.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

My Heart

Once you took hold of my heart
I knew no other could have reached
As whispered fate took my hand
To levels only you could reach.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Undying Love

God hath not promised skies always blue,

Flower strew pathways all our lives threw.

God hath not promised sun without rain,

Joy without sorrow,

Nor peace without pain.

But God hath promised strength for labor,

Light for the way,

Grace for the trials,

Help from above,

Unfailing sympathy and,

Undying love.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Forgive Me

Battered and Bruised,
Deceived and Beguiled,
On bended knee,
I sigh,
Cry,
And I wonder, why?

Why, oh why, does this have to be?
Only now the answer is so clear to me,
It is after all written plainly for all to see,
Hate what’s good,
Love what’s bad,
But Allah knows what I know not,
Test me He does for all that I got,

Oh Allah, forgive me for my pride,
I blindly demanded my heart’s desires,
Without considering the hell-fires,
All things asked for granted by Your Grace,
But beware it may backfire straight in your face,

Oh Allah, forgive me for my lack of sight,
I considered happiness as my right,
No burden more than I can bear,
But the guilt is so terrible that I despair,

Warnings from parents spurned and ignored,
Oh, please forgive me, my gracious Lord,
Trudge along for many a day and night,
But for Your rehmat that is so bright,
Finally …
To submit and agree,
That which was preordained for me,
A measure of relief and peace, at least,

Please, I would like to be able to declare,
With bent head,
In humility,
Nafs restrained,
Ego chained,
With total fidelity,
Oh Allah, I leave my life in Your care.

Again and again, Oh Allah, forgive me.

Help Me Forgive

When rage and fury overwhelm my heart,
It’s time to look to God’s own Holy Word.
I search the Bible for His good advice;
My will to His commands must be deferred.In Romans God reveals His love for me;
In all things God works only for my good;
He gives me blessings I can’t understand;
I’d be peaceful if I’d do the things I should.Jesus forgave so much; why then can’t I?
I want to mold my life after His own.
I pray, I try, but my sinful nature wins;
Lord, help me, I can’t do this thing alone.In Colossians, I read about the peace of Christ;
Oh, how I long to feel it in my heart.
All I have to do is to forgive,
But Lord, it seems I don’t know where to start.I need to walk a mile in the other’s shoes;
They’re doing what they think they have to do.
I know some problems are blessings in disguise,
But Lord, sometimes I feel so doggone blue.Ephesians says "forgive as the Lord forgave you;
Get rid of anger and every form of malice."
I’d love to just let go and release it all,
But upon my heart is a wound that’s become a callus.I’ll keep praying, trying, Lord, no matter what;
I’m determined to let go and relinquish blame;
Some day, I’ll say, and be truly sincere:
"I forgive it all in Jesus’ precious name."

Autumn

THE autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her hair
And lilies in her face.
In flowers of grasses she is clad;
And as she moves along,
Birds greet her with their cooing glad
Like bracelets' tinkling song.
A diadem adorns the night
Of multitudinous stars;
Her silken robe is white moonlight,
Set free from cloudy bars;
And on her face (the radiant moon)
Bewitching smiles are shown:
She seems a slender maid, who soon
Will be a woman grown.
Over the rice-fields, laden plants
Are shivering to the breeze;
While in his brisk caresses dance
The blossomed-burdened trees;
He ruffles every lily-pond
Where blossoms kiss and part,
And stirs with lover's fancies fond
The young man's eager heart.

Look To this Day

Look to this day:

For it is life, the very life of life.

In its brief course

Lie all the verities and realities of your existence.

The bliss of growth,

The glory of action,

The splendour of achievement

Are but experiences of time.

For yesterday is but a dream

And tomorrow is only a vision;

And today well-lived, makes

Yesterday a dream of happiness

And every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Look well therefore to this day;

Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn!

Nothing is really mine

Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
O my parents, I have searched the world
And found nothing worthy of love.
Hence I am a stranger amidst my kinfolk
And an exile from their company,
Since I seek the companionship of holy men;
There alone do I feel happy,
In the world I only weep.
I planted the creeper of love

And silently watered it with my tears;
Now it has grown and overspread my dwelling.
You offered me a cup of poison
Which I drank with joy.
Mira is absorbed in contemplation of Krishna,
She is with God and all is well!

God and I

I love God, I love righteousness

I love God, I love truthfulness

I love God, I love Justice

I love God, I love Peace



I love to thank Him

I love to worship Him

I love to sing for Him

I love to offer everything



God loves me

now I am victorious

God loves me

now I am more than conqueror

God loves me

now I'm the head and not the tail

God loves me

now I have humility

God loves me

now I have peace of mind

God loves me

now I have everything



I love God

and God loves me too

All we need is faith

because God is always true

Just Like Me

Dear Lord, forgive our yielding to temptation;
Forgive our pride, our love of worldly things.
Have mercy on our love of sensual pleasure,
Compassion on the sins that self love brings.It must be hard to understand us sometimes;
So very different is your heart and mind.
But wait, I just remembered that you do know
What it’s like to be a part of humankind.You suffered just like we do, and you were tempted.
You lived with us so you could comprehend
The things that we go through each trying day,
So you could give us mercy, and be our friend.Thank you for compassion and forgiveness;
Thank you for your love and empathy.
Thank you, Lord, for coming down from heaven
To experience life’s trials, just like me.

To Do List From God

I ran my life in search of worldly things;
My time and will were firmly in control.
I thought I had no need for what God brings;
I gave no heed to murmurs from my soul.

“You’re planning, doing all the time,” it said,
“But something else is missing deep inside.
Your mind is whirling, but your heart is dead,
So turn to God and let go of your pride.”

I did, and God said, “Here’s My plan for you:
Give your life to Me, and just let go.
Have faith and pray, and read the Bible through,
And you’ll have blessings more than you can know.”

So simple, yet it brings me perfect peace,
Living life for God the way I should.
Direction, purpose, fullness and release—
Life with God is very, very good.

You’re Always There for Me

You’re Always There for MeWhen the world comes crashing in
And chaos rules my mind,
I turn my heart to you, Lord,
And pure, sweet peace I find. You lift me out of trouble
You comfort me in pain;
You nourish, heal and cleanse me,
Like cool, refreshing rain.In times of joy and bliss,
When things are going right,
You lift me even higher,
And fill me with delight.
You listen to my prayers;
You hear my every plea;
I’m safe because I know
You’re always there for me.

I Fell In Love

Ever since I met you,
I've had these feelings deep inside,
mainly when you hold me,
and look into my eyes,
you make me feel so young again,
and give me feelings I'd forgot,
you make me feel so happy,
with cupids arrow I've been shot.

Andy Hughes

You Are My Life

You are the stars in my night time,
You are the blue sky in my day,
You are the water in my ocean,
You are the light showing me the way,
You are the sunshine in my eyes,
You are the wind blowing through my hair,
You are the beating in my heart,
You are my life - you're always there.

Andy Hughes

Love Is ...

Love is precious in many ways.
Love is embrace passion.
Love is eternal happiness.
Love is heart felt emotions.
Love is the understanding of one another.
Love is that special someone.
Love is flying without wings.
Love is the joy you feel with someone.
Love is caring for someone special.
Love is that who touches your heart.
Love is what makes your heart beat.
Love is the healing power of your heart and soul.
Love is that beauty within.
Love is what makes dreams come true.
Love is the fuel of the heart and soul.
Love is the foundation of life.
Love is the meaning of life.

Jose Aquino

' God Is... '

God, Is The Refuge
God, Is The Rock
God, Is The One, Who
Sets Eternity’s Clock

God, Is The Treasure
God, Is The Answer
God, Is The Pleasure
God, Is Adventure

God, Is The Right
The Reason and Reality
God, Is The Light
The Judge and Finality

God, Is The Hope
And Glory, Above All Things
God, Is He, Who Spoke
… Brought Forth, Living-Beings

God, Is The Power
The Passion and Supreme
God, Is … Our
Unbeatable Dream-Team!

God, Is Wisdom
And The Beautiful King
God, Is The Vision
In All Good Things

God, Is Mercy
God, Is Just
He … Is ‘ Who ’ We Need
God, Doesn’t Need Us

God, Is The Holy-Core
And Sacred-Mystery
God Is … And Therefore …
So, Are We

God, Is What His Word, Shows
And What God … Is Made Of
Everyone Knows …
That, God Is … Love

Hope in Allah (SWT)

Through the day to day trials,

My heart begins to harden,

I become separated, meaningless,
so much so I forget my own self.

As the time of remembrance approaches,
Hope hits my soul,

I remember You and light pours fourth into my heart, enlightening my being.

I make much Dhikr and Shukr of the things You've blessed me with.

I pray that on the last day I receive my book of deeds in my right.

Take the hands of my loved ones and with Your permission enter the garden and live reality.

thank god

thank god thank god thank god thank god
thank god thank god thank god thank god
thank god thank god thank god thank god
you are in love with me
thank god
you are alive
thank god
you care about me
thank god
i now you
thank god
i love you so much
thank god
i say good bye
thank god
i love you and care about you

A-W-E-S-O-M-E

A-LMIGHTY-GOD
W-ONDERFUL-GOD
E-VERLASTING-GOD
S-USTAINING-GOD
O-NIPIENT-GOD
M-ERCIFUL-GOD
E-TERNAL-GOD

Unveil Your hearts

People say not to judge a book by its cover,

Yet when you see me on the streets you judge me instantly and cross over.

You judge my loose garments as a sign of oppression,

It’s time to realise this is my choice of fashion,

I wear the scarf on my head to seek my Lords protection,

For He has ordered me to fulfill this simple obligation.

In the media you make up my personality,

I’ll now reveal my true identity;

Wearing my hijaab to honour myself

Not revealing my beauty for anyone else

Lowering my gaze to preserve my dignity,

A Part of my faith to focus on my piety.

You find it difficult to communicate with me behind my veil,

Let me ask you, does my face behind a phone prevail?

Behind this veil I let myself free,

Free into a sea of spiritual discovery.

My journey as a Muslimah only to please my lord,

As my priorities in life differ from yours.

So next time you see me stop and ask

I’ll try my best to accomplish my dawah task!

Hijab

Forever Love

You are my description of love
You are my description of friend
You are my description of everything
You are my description of beginning to end.

You have put me on a pedestal
You make me feel ten feet tall
You've always been there for me
You've loved me through it all.

You've stood by me through thick and thin
You've always been patient and kind
Just thought I'd let you know
You're the owner of this heart of mine.

So you ask how long I'll love you
Well this is what I have to say
Past, present, future, always
Forever and a day!

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Never Forgotten

I was only eight when it began
Late at night, when I was alone.
You preyed on my innocence and my trust.
How did I know that it was wrong?

You did things so horrible to me,
My soul and body were bared.
What you did to that little girl
Left me feeling alone and scared.

You said it was to show your love
By taking my body for your use.
But now I know that what happened to me
Wasn't love; it was abuse.

All the dirty things you did to me
Won't wash away with rain.
Nothing on earth will rid my heart
Of this neverending pain.

I hope that you hurt as much as I do,
Or do you even remember what you did?
Nothing will make up for the pain you caused
When I was just a kid.

The physical scars you put on my body
Have since healed with time.
But my pain still shows on the outside
Whenever the child inside of me starts to cry.

That little eight year old girl
Had to grow up way too soon.
And all of the hurt and pain that you have caused
Will always be remembered, like a flower that forever blooms.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

She Walks

She walks along this lonely street
no one to dry her tears
massage her tired feet
or calm ever present fears

Seeing life through tainted heart
making everything gray
Alone, her life, anew to start
Always searching for a way

But life goes on no matter what
That fact she cannot quell
Memories ne'er to be forgot
Within her heart they dwell

So she keeps walking this lonely street
Keeps searching to find her way
Every night she lies down to sleep
And prays tomorrow's a better day

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Remembrance

She remembers it all,
All the people who had said
They cared, but did they really?

She remembers it all,
The sound of laughter and
How happy she'd been, but was she really?

She remembers it all,
His arms around her and
He said "I love you," but did he really?

She remembers it all,
The pain she'd felt when he left,
How her heart ached, but was it really?

She remembers it all,
The feeling of being so alone,
The feeling no one cared, but did they really?

But now they'll remember her,
Staring at the knife in her hand
How easy to slit her wrists, but will she really?

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Nishad, Our friend

A couple of months ago,
My friend Nishad was fall down in the floor and
It was like a clash of thunder creeping through the sky.
My friends and I just prayed for the Lord to heal him through
Nishad's spirit will never fade
because he is like an angel watching over us
At the end we had to say goodbye
but we all knew that he was raised up on eagle's wings
And now through these days we hear him
soaring through the skies like a little butterfly
"And Nishad, don't forget we're your friends, your best friends"

Muhsin John Kurishingal

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

William Blake

Happiness

So early it's still almost dark out.
I'm near the window with coffee,
and the usual early morning stuff
that passes for thought.

When I see the boy and his friend
walking up the road
to deliver the newspaper.

They wear caps and sweaters,
and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.
They are so happy
they aren't saying anything, these boys.

I think if they could, they would take
each other's arm.
It's early in the morning,
and they are doing this thing together.

They come on, slowly.
The sky is taking on light,
though the moon still hangs pale over the water.

Such beauty that for a minute
death and ambition, even love,
doesn't enter into this.

Happiness. It comes on
unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really,
any early morning talk about it.

Raymond Carver

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

Life Is Fine

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

Langston Hughes

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

There is another sky

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

Emily Dickinson

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

E. E. Cummings

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein

An Evening

A sunset's mounded cloud;
A diamond evening-star;
Sad blue hills afar;
Love in his shroud.

Scarcely a tear to shed;
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a summer day;
Sweet Love dead.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

For You.

Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Something

And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to me
to find the way it all began -
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that I am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something
that I am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.

Raquel

I Regret

My God, why did you take my mother?
Angles took the wrong one - not her - another.
Regret is a feeling that I feel everyday;
You took her from me, and I didn't say -

"I Love You, Mom," in my own way;
Only to hear her say it back to me.
God, why couldn't you just let us be?
She didn't deserve to die;
Didn't deserve to be in pain,
Only to leave me here asking you why -
Night after night when I cry in vain.

Dreamcatcher

Blind

Your beauty intoxicates all you encounter,
Yet you fail to notice,
This is your blunder,

You've had a rough time,
Though now it is over,
But yet you continue clinging to what is left over,

And in doing this your depression grows deeper,
Pulling you apart at the seams,
Causing you to unravel and fall to you knees,
Pondering desperately: "How much worse can it be? "

To ease your mind of your terrible burden,
You bargain with Satan (as if he cares),
Giving you a release, in turn for your soul:
That you believe tarnished and not worth much at all,

When all of your friends have been with you till now,
But here comes the crossroads up ahead,
They give you a choice: "Stand tall or fall down."

You have your beauty and charm,
Your intelligence and grace,
Good friends and your health,
What more does it take for you?

Mitchell Pavao

At First

At first, remember how you promised?
It would be soft and tender,
A loving feeling to remember.

But, instead . . .

You made me feel like a whore,
My body laid out in front of your eyes to adore.
And I wondered how this could be,
We were finally together, you and me.

I was only a piece of flesh,
No loving thing,
And that was the night this angel was stripped of her wings.

You hurt me, caused pain
And what was I to gain?
This tiny life that is inside,
When I found out I could have died.

Something that once had the chance to be so sweet,
Turned out to be nothing to you but a piece of meat.
The pain I felt,
My heart you made melt.

This pain can never be recovered,
Because I will always have a reminder of my first lover.
Something he will not see for a while.
He does not know that we made a child.

Marci Parker

Everything

Every new beginning,
comes from some beginnings end.

Every time you kill me,
I am born again.

Every time you close that door,
Another door is opened.

And every time you say goodbye,
a different word is spoken.

Every time you look at me
my back is facing you,

And every time you ask to see me
I'll have something else to do.

Every time I join your game,
You're not playing fair,

And every time I really love you,
I pretend that I don't care.

Shamaya

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Gone So Soon

You took chances
Once too many times.
As a child you thought -
"Oh no, never me."
Life is a gift,
Given and taken at some
Unknown time.
Your time came too soon -
Your life was over in a flash.
The fun you shared,
The joy you brought,
All just a memory -
Behind us.

Damian

My Love Left On A Saturday

My belt loosens slowly.
Reminders of you stay fresh
in murky ponds of suffocating tadpoles.
Wake me in the morning,
when the sun shines again.
It's frightening when all I know
falls apart.
And all I know is you.
Hunger squeezes me tighter.
My soul sags with exhaustion.
Ashtrays fill with sleepless nights.
Weeping intensifies my anxiety.
Can tomorrow come without you...
here today?
The cheap chandelier falls on my face.
The rose filled lamp explodes in my hands.
Pain is unrecognizable.
All I knew was you.
You.
My love.

Michael Perez

Dance Of Terror

Window panes come crashing down
Amidst the tears and pain
Vanishing hopes are gone and flew away
Up above through twilight
Shadows cast across the floor
Reflections of the past
Trembling thoughts of one
Dwelling deep within the soul
A mystical sense of reality
Captured by the craze
All in bewilderment
Of the shock in the wave
Creatures of the dimness
Chattering amongst the green
Everything slows in stillness
What is this we see?

Justbleu

Letting Go

How do you walk away from someone you love
And take the road of friend;
Can you reroute the course you have taken
And start over once again?

I don't really want to let you go
But inside me I know I must;
The times we've loved . . . the times you've left
My heart says stay . . . but it's my mind I must trust.

We have shared so much together
Laughter . . . fun times . . . tears;
Yet sometimes we can't turn back time
We must walk away, and allow ourselves to heal.

I know one day you will be happy
And your soulmate you will find;
I know we each have one out there
Even if for now . . . only in our minds.

May life be gentle with you
May God's best come your way;
And on some quiet tomorrow
You will realize things were better this way.

Judy Burnette

I'm Too Big To Cry

I never stopped to realize
How lonely I would be
I never thought the day would come
When you'd grow tired of me

Your voice was never sweeter
Than the day you said goodbye
You'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry

If I knew then what I know now
You'd still be kissing me
Instead there's someone else's lips
Where mine used to be

I say hello and wish you well
Each time I pass you by
But you'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry

You never looked so wonderful
As the day you walked away
I used to say, "I love you"
But that I could not say

I can't forget you darlin'
No matter how much I try
You'll never know how much it hurt
Because I'm too big to cry

J. J.

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry for everything you've been through
It must've been very hard on you
I'm sorry for all that's been said and done
I was the moon, you were the sun
I'm sorry for not making everything right
But the situation I was in, was very tight
I'm sorry for not lending you a hand
If only I could be a better friend
I'm sorry if it seemed like I didn't care
Lucky for you, your special- someone was there
I'm sorry for breaking your heart
For forgiveness, where do I start?

Shahanavaz St. Thomas clg Thrissur

Have You?

Have You ever loved someone
But knew they didn't care?
Have You ever felt like crying
But Knew you'd get no where?

Have you ever looked into their eyes
And said a little prayer?
Have you ever looked into their hearts
And wished that you were there?

Have you ever felt their heartbeat,
When the lights were turned down low?
Have you ever whispered "God, I love You"
But you'll never let me show?

Love is grand, yet it hurts so much.
The price you pay is high.
If I could choose between Love and Death,
I'd rather choose to die.

So do not fall in love, my friend,
It doesn't pay a dime.
It only causes broken hearts,
Yet it happens all the time.

So do not fall in love, my friend,
You'll hurt before it's through.
I ought to know, my friend -
I fell in love with you.

Jelsa.K.Thomas

What Good Is Love

I waited for your love in hope,
That ours would come again,
And make me feel the things I felt,
When we were one, back then.

But time and distance have erased,
The things I wished anew,
And now I find myself alone,
Though I am here with you.

What good is love, that does not touch,
What good is love, that gives you pain.
What good is love, that makes you run,
And makes you lost out in the rain.

I traveled to another world,
Out far beyond the one we knew,
I thought that I could live again,
And now I find I'm back with you.

But what of hearts that beat as one,
And what of passion and embrace,
Is it too much to ask of you,
To make these tears of mine erase.

What good is love, that does not touch,
What good is love, that gives you pain.
What good is love, that makes you run,
And makes you lost out in the rain.

Too painful this - to journey back,
To times of love and laughter free,
The times we lay together with
A sense of you , a sense of me.

So now, I journey on alone,
Forever wandering, in my thoughts,
And I shall ask you once again,
What good is love.

Karthik

You

ocean waves
wash my soul
cleanse me of your smile

and the memory of
ten fingers
entwined forever
in a hopeless wish

Sony

Death Of An Angel

I once knew a lady named
Misery
she lived in a damaged world
she calls to me in transparent dreams

a lonely star
outside
the closed universe

she was my twisted soul

long ago
she experienced
the darkest of
pain

beauty was something
she could not
believe

I once knew an angel named
Evil
she traveled like a
ghost into the shadows

her heart was dying for some form of
life

all seems balanced
now
the angel burns to
die

Sruthi MES Kuttipuram

Sacrifice My Life For You.

Draining me, my heart, my blood is bleeding out.
Baby, you stuck a needle in my heart.
Injected me with your drug,
Your my addiction.

Send me higher,
Sink your teeth into me;
And give me what I need.
No I don't want the venom sucked from me.
I want you inside me,
Running through my veins,
I'll never be bleeding,
not on this floor.
As long as you stay with me,
Don't go running
Or I'll start falling
My blood will be on your hands.
Stained down your shirt.
you have my heart now.

I wear my heart on my sleeve,
The way it should always be.
Now give me yours,
I'll kiss you, sweep you away and let it heal.
The pain, it's all gone now baby.
Stick with me and we'll never have to hurt again.
Our bleeding, our torture is over.
As long as you stay with me.

I'll never give up.
Your mine to keep,
I'll give you my all,
My heart, my spline, my guts and my brain.
Anything you want,
My wrists will say your name,
If that'll make you stay with me forever.
I can't live without your smell,
Your presence, your touch and your love.
I need you, I Love you.
I will sacrifice.
My Life for you.

Give me a clean look,
We are here for a reason baby,
through the broken hearts and cold nights,
we have found ourselves, found each other.
Now we can stop this.
Hold on tight while I change the sky,
from Grey to blue.
You'll never feel unhappy again.
Not while I'm around.
I love you,
I may have died many times before inside,
You are picking up my shattered heart piece by piece.
All because.....
You love me.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Its Just Love

I like you in that way
Which brings strangers together:
Uncomprehensively,
Like opposites which attract:
Impulsively forever.

I feel for you that way
That scares you to the core
And you shut your ears
To not hear anymore.

I love you in that way
That makes me dream of you
And forces dedication
In everything I do.

I want you in that way
That tells me that I need you.
Please don't laugh--
Understand--
Its only love;
That's all--
I hope you feel it, too.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

I'll Wait For You

I wish you would understand how hard this is for me. I love you so much that I'm willing to wait as long as I have to, to be with you. You mean so much to me. Your the every beat my heart makes and Ur every breath I take. I can't live without you. It's impossible. I find myself being depressed or saddened when I don't hear from you. Every time we fight I have the fear that I might loose you. I don't ever want to loose you. For if I ever do I'll never be able to be myself again. You made me the person I am. You made me a happier person when I talk to you. It might sound crazy knowing I don't get to see you. But life works in mysterious ways I guess you can say. I don't regret anything I have gone trough with you. Whether it was good or bad. Everything about you amazes me. I love your flaws and weaknesses because they make you you. They make you perfect for me. Your a dream come true for me. I couldn't of ask to meet anyone better. When your hurt or feeling down no matter what's making you feel that way I will always be there for you. No questions asked. You mean the world to me. There isn't enough words to explain this. I love you with every drop of blood in my body. I hope I never loose you. Were the perfect couple in a not so perfect situation. But life I guess throws obstacles at us because good things don't come easy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Every time I think of you or talk to you I fall in love all over again. You mean everything to me. I Love You.......

Muhsin John Kurishingal

My Heart Will Allways Be Yours

I made a promise which i could not keep
i made an oath which seemed to crumble like a thousand dead leaves
i saw those tears as they fell i watched you shake as you broke
I'm sorry bubs but i tried i know i said ill always stand by your side
i was pushed out the door never got the chance
i wanted to explain how i refused i don't have the strength any more to fight i feel like Juliet trying to fight the odds i just pray they same end dose not befall us
ill be back i promise ill be gone such a short time please bubs accept this apology and don't forget this heart of mine will always be yours

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Is it?

Is it waiting when you dont know what you're looking for?

Is it forever if you don't know if it began?

Is it broken when it wasn't fixed to begin with?

Is it pain when you're heart is numb?

Is it lost when it never was found?

Is it dead before it got a chance to live?

Is it truth when it was written by a hand of lies?

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Kiss The Rain

Do you know it hurts
when im alone at night
and you're not by my side
when I need you here
where did you go so fast
what happened to our past
and my heart beats
as if you're here

It was hard, to let you go
but now I know
you'll always be there watching over me
I still wake
to cloudy days
and it hurts when I cry
and when I breathe

I lay awake at night
I cry myself to sleep
hoping that you're alright
a part of you stays
how different would it be
if you were here with me
would you hold me
with your wings

You sheltered me from harm
and you gave me breath
so let your spirit rest
where you kiss the rain
so gentle and delicate
tears of angels
and my heart beats
as if you're here

No one should bear
all of your pain
so now you walk in heaven
you can answer when I pray
every whisper
and every word
I still remember to this very day

Take away my scars
and take away my pain
you didn't die in vain
and neither will i
if you could only see
what's happening to me

so I wont cry tonight
'cause ill be by your side
a dozen flowers lie
held over our hearts
so now that we are free
together finally

and together
we kiss the rain

and together
we kiss the rain

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Until We Meet Again

I can still recall with immaculate precision,
The night we met under starlit skies.
An angel so precious once impossible to envision.
Was now standing right before my eyes.

I remember our laughs and late night talks,
At least a hundred times we'd say goodnight.
Holding hands through Central Park walks,
Even when wrong, you were always right.

Or the time we danced near Willow Pond,
I held you so close under the pouring rain.
Your love took me to ecstasy and beyond,
The taste of your kiss, sweet champagne.

The day I knew you loved me I'll never forget,
You let down the walls protecting your heart.
Showed me the little girl in you with no regret,
Thought I knew then and there we'd never part.

Love lasts so long and times without ending,
Now we both know hearts truly can change.
We must move on, little use in pretending,
Just know our memories I'll never exchange.

I'll forever think of you under starlit skies,
Laugh at the cute little girl you hid inside.
Promise I won't forget we hate goodbyes,
Or all the times I held you when you cried.

Still even now its unbearable to say goodbye
Can't let my heart know this is really the end.
I won't forget you beautiful wouldn't dare to try,
So for now my love, my heart, my friend.....


Until we meet again.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Until I Met You

Love was once a feeling I knew
that didnt have meaning
Until I met you,

Now I see the world
In its brightest light,
With you in my life
Everything feels right,

I see a future full
of smiles and joy,
Growing old together
Still giggling like a boy,

You gave me happiness
I never thought could be real,
My greatest blessing in life
is This love for you I feel

Muhsin John Kurishingal

ONE DAY I WROTE HER NAME

One day I wrote her name upon the strand.
But came the waves and washed it away;
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide and made my pains his prey.
'Vain man,' said she, 'that dost in vain essay
A mortal things so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise.'
'Not so,' quod I, 'let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame;
And in the heavens write your glorious name.
Where, whenas Death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.'

Muhsin John Kurishingal

TO HIS LUTE

My lute, awake! perform the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And end that I have now begun;
For when this song is sung and past,
My lute, be still, for I have done.

As to be heard where car is none,
As lead to grave in marble stone,
My song may piece her heart as soon.
Should we then sigh, or sing, or moan?
No, no, my lute, for I have done.

The rocks do not so cruelly
Repulse the waves continually,
As she my suit and affection;
So that I am past remedy,
Whereby my lute and I have done.

Proud of the spoil that thou hast got
Of simple hearts thorough Love's shot,
By whom, unkind, thou hast them won;
Think not he hath his bow forgot,
Although my lute and I have done.

Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain,
That mak'st but game on earnest pain;
Think not alone under the sun
Unquit to cause thy lovers plain,
Although my lute and I have done.

Perchance thee lie withered and old,
The winter nights that are so cold,
Plaining in vain unto the moon;
Thy wishes then dare not be told.
Care then who list, for I have done.

And then may chance thee to repent
The time that thou hast lost and spent
To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon;
Then shalt thou know beauty but lent,
And wish and want as I have done.

Now cease, my lute! this is the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And ended is that we begun;
Now is this song both sung and past.
My lute, be still, for I have done.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her

If questioning would make us wise
No eyes would ever gaze in eyes;
If all our tale were told in speech
No mouths would wander each to each.

Were spirits free from mortal mesh
And love not bound in hearts of flesh
No aching breasts would yearn to meet
And find their ecstasy complete.

For who is there that lives and knows
The secret powers by which he grows?
Were knowledge all, what were our need
To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed?.

Then seek not, sweet, the "If" and "Why"
I love you now until I die.
For I must love because I live
And life in me is what you give.

Christopher Brennan

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe

A Wonderful Sting

A Wonderful Sting
David P Leverett

This feeling is like a wonderful sting.
I want this feeling to hold me captive.
I wouldn't give this up, not even for all four seasons to be spring.
It doesn't need to be masked as attractive,
This unstable beautiful pain is mine, its what I want, what I need!
My happiness continually gains,
This is great. Something this good cannot be greed!
I'm glad to leave them, I found a better lain.
This I intend to keep.
No one else can have it, its mine!
Its mine when I'm awake, its mine when I'm asleep!
What's going on. This feeling is no longer a straight line.
I'm trapped in this bind, I no longer feel fine,
and now, I'm alone without a sign.

David P Leverett

My Love My Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns

A Nocturnal Reverie

In such a night, when every louder wind
Is to its distant cavern safe confined;
And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings,
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
Or from some tree, famed for the owl's delight,
She, hollowing clear, directs the wand'rer right:
In such a night, when passing clouds give place,
Or thinly veil the heav'ns' mysterious face;
When in some river, overhung with green,
The waving moon and trembling leaves are seen;
When freshened grass now bears itself upright,
And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite,
Whence springs the woodbind, and the bramble-rose,
And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows;
Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove takes,
Yet checkers still with red the dusky brakes
When scattered glow-worms, but in twilight fine,
Shew trivial beauties watch their hour to shine;
Whilst Salisb'ry stands the test of every light,
In perfect charms, and perfect virtue bright:
When odors, which declined repelling day,
Through temp'rate air uninterrupted stray;
When darkened groves their softest shadows wear,
And falling waters we distinctly hear;
When through the gloom more venerable shows
Some ancient fabric, awful in repose,
While sunburnt hills their swarthy looks conceal,
And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale:
When the loosed horse now, as his pasture leads,
Comes slowly grazing through th' adjoining meads,
Whose stealing pace, and lengthened shade we fear,
Till torn-up forage in his teeth we hear:
When nibbling sheep at large pursue their food,
And unmolested kine rechew the cud;
When curlews cry beneath the village walls,
And to her straggling brood the partridge calls;
Their shortlived jubilee the creatures keep,
Which but endures, whilst tyrant man does sleep;
When a sedate content the spirit feels,
And no fierce light disturbs, whilst it reveals;
But silent musings urge the mind to seek
Something, too high for syllables to speak;
Till the free soul to a composedness charmed,
Finding the elements of rage disarmed,
O'er all below a solemn quiet grown,
Joys in th' inferior world, and thinks it like her own:
In such a night let me abroad remain,
Till morning breaks, and all's confused again;
Our cares, our toils, our clamors are renewed,
Or pleasures, seldom reached, again pursued.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

A Farewell to False Love

Farewell false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possessed,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.

A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.

A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.

A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure's lap,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.

Sith* then thy trains my younger years betrayed, [since]
And for my faith ingratitude I find;
And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed, [revealed]
Whose course was ever contrary to kind: [nature]
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

A charm invests a face

A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.

But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies,
Lest interview annul a want
That image satisfies.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

A Blue Valentine

Monsignore,
Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,
Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,
I respectfully salute you,
I genuflect
And I kiss your episcopal ring.

It is not, Monsignore,
The fragrant memory of your holy life,
Nor that of your shining and joyous martyrdom,
Which causes me now to address you.
But since this is your august festival, Monsignore,
It seems appropriate to me to state
According to a venerable and agreeable custom,
That I love a beautiful lady.
Her eyes, Monsignore,
Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflections
On everything that she looks at,
Such as a wall
Or the moon
Or my heart.
It is like the light coming through blue stained glass,
Yet not quite like it,
For the blueness is not transparent,
Only translucent.
Her soul's light shines through,
But her soul cannot be seen.
It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, infantile, wise
And noble.
She wears, Monsignore, a blue garment,
Made in the manner of the Japanese.
It is very blue-
I think that her eyes have made it more blue,
Sweetly staining it
As the pressure of her body has graciously given it form.
Loving her, Monsignore,
I love all her attributes;
But I believe
That even if I did not love her
I would love the blueness of her eyes,
And her blue garment, made in the manner of the Japanese.

Monsignore,
I have never before troubled you with a request.
The saints whose ears I chiefly worry with my pleas
are the most exquisite and maternal Brigid,
Gallant Saint Stephen, who puts fire in my blood,
And your brother bishop, my patron,
The generous and jovial Saint Nicholas of Bari.
But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,
Do me this favour:
When you this morning make your way
To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses
because of her who sits upon it,
When you come to pay your devoir to Our Lady,
I beg you, say to her:
"Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth,
Has asked me to say that at this moment he is especially grateful to you
For wearing a blue gown".

Muhsin John Kurishingal

My Friend, The things that do attain

My Friend, The things that do attain
The happy life be these, I find:
The reaches left, not got with pain;
The fruitful ground, the quiet mind;

The equal friend; no grudge, no strife;
No charge of rule, nor governance;
Without disease the healthy Life;
The household of o\continuance;

The mean diet, no dainty fare;
Wisdom joined with simpleness;
The night discharged of all care,
Where wine the wit may not oppress;

The faithful wife, without debate;
Such sleeps as may beguile the night;
Content thyself with thine estate,
Neither wish death, nor fear his might.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

THEY FLEE FROM ME

They flee from me, that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild, and do not remember
That sometime they put themselves in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range
Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once, in special,
In thin array, after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small,
Therewith all sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, 'Dear heart, how like you this?'

It was no dream; I lay broad waking:
But all is turned, thorough my gentleness,
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have Leave to go of her goodness,
And she also to use new fanglencess.
But since that I so kindly am served,
I would fain know what she hath deserved.


Muhsin John Kurishingal

My Lost Love

I held what before my eyes stood
At eyes of beauty I locked
she was beautiful and fair
There was fragrance in the air
cupid's arrows pierced my heart
I asked who though art?

She stood in silence leveling none
for long the silence stood and spoke none
Then she said to me
You need not my aid
for men I have seen
A part of them I have been


All were in fluttery dreadful
in love they were unfaithful
And but for this i accept you as lover not
I begged for a change
For in love you will be faithful not
she gave not glance
my heart shattered
my eyes watered


Then I a solemn oath love
At failics never to look
for my love was not cherished
And my love perished for ever.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Love for me!!

Love, I never tried it,
But what happend to me suddenly
I can't see the world without you......,
I can't hear a word without you.......,
But you never cared for it.

You stole my dreams.....
You stole my heart....

Love, I never tried it,
But what happend to me suddenly.
How I am supposed to live without you....
But why can't you love me?
What should I do to impress you?
Come baby, please be hidden in my heart...
No one except me could see you;
But you cared little for it.

My baby, Why can't you love me?
Don't make me mad!!
Everyday I thought of you....,
And everyday,
I see you to dream in my heart....,
My baby, I am really loving you.....,

You stole my dreams.....,
You stole my heart.......,

Love, I never tried it,
But it swerved my life for ever.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Memories

Memories are the only things
Which you can keep forever,
You need not tie strings
To keep them together.

They need no place
Nor they need any space,
They don not crack
Nor they break
But they can only fade away,
If you don't need them,
But that is also hard to do

For they are important too,
In many ways of life
Memories can help you,
Good ones can make you smite,
Bad ones can make you cry.

Keep them, for they can help you
In the Journey of miles.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

My Friend

There is no music without symphony,
No life without harmony,
And without YOU there is no ME
Whenever I lift up my hands,
You showed me the right path.

The essence of your presence,
Gave me the energy to move forward
And, I moved forward......a lot.
When I not knew what to do,
You were my guide.

You taught me the LIFE
And what is wrong and right,
Whenever I went astray,
You were always by my side.
Even when I fell,
You pushed me forward.

In my life you taught me,
Never to look backward.
In this vast ocean,
You taught me to swim,
Walking hand in hand.

You helped me to win
And when I flew high,
You were my feathers.
Also, today you are my feathers,
I will reach there,
My destiny, to my dream.

You taught me,
To stand proud, in all my endeavours
So I take this moment,
To thank you with all my heart,
Thank you for being with me,
As a light, right from the start
And hence I say,
Like, there is no music without Symphony.
There is no life without harmony
And without YOU there is no ME.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Parting of Ways

We've been together for so many days
But now is the time for the parting of ways

First we were happy thinking there'll be no more plights
Not knowing that now we'll have to face even harder sights

To a whole new world, we will step in
A whole new battle, is what we'll try to win

Once again we will rethink our goal
Now it's time we change our role

All the beautiful memories
In this voyage across the seas

All the happy times and pleasure we had as one
All the amazement and all that fun

These sweet memoirs we'll cherish forever
And yes of course! We'll miss each other

Earlier we thought that now life would be fun
But that is truly false, For life's a tough run

A run in which we go up and down slow and fast
And keep running as long as we last

One day for sure you'll achieve success
And joy and laughter is all you'll possess

For now, it is sad that we must part ways
But all our wonderful times shall never haze

Although we'll be very far away
Our hearts will be one all night and day

We'll stay together through all of life's bends
Cause a lifetime's not too long to live as friends.....

Muhsin John Kurishingal

My Aspiration

I need to have a beautiful flower
With fragrance of all the perfumes of Arabia
I need to see some more moonlit nights
Shedding light on my uncertain life
I need to drink water from all the seven seas
furnishing me with unique cheer and health
I need to view all the great wonders
Of the world that i have never seen before.

I need to possess the ocean of knowledge
And drink it to its last drop
I need to enjoy all the sensual pleasures
And like a migratory bird I need to
Fly the North, East, West, South
When the seasons change

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Yours and yours and yours

The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours.

Muhsin John Kurishingal 

Celestial Love

Higher far,
Upward, into the pure realm,
Over sun or star,
Over the flickering Daemon film,
Thou must mount for love,
Into vision which all form
In one only form dissolves;
In a region where the wheel,
On which all beings ride,
Visibly revolves;
Where the starred eternal worm
Girds the world with bound and term;
Where unlike things are like,
When good and ill,
And joy and moan,
Melt into one.
There Past, Present, Future, shoot
Triple blossoms from one root
Substances at base divided
In their summits are united,
There the holy Essence rolls,
One through separated souls,
And the sunny Aeon sleeps
Folding nature in its deeps,
And every fair and every good
Known in part or known impure
To men below,
In their archetypes endure.

The race of gods,
Or those we erring own,
Are shadows flitting up and down
In the still abodes.
The circles of that sea are laws,
Which publish and which hide the Cause.
Pray for a beam
Out of that sphere
Thee to guide and to redeem.
O what a load
Of care and toil
By lying Use bestowed,
From his shoulders falls, who sees
The true astronomy,
The period of peace!
Counsel which the ages kept,
Shall the well-born soul accept.
As the overhanging trees
Fill the lake with images,
As garment draws the garment's hem
Men their fortunes bring with them;
By right or wrong,
Lands and goods go to the strong;
Property will brutely draw
Still to the proprietor,
Silver to silver creep and wind,
And kind to kind,
Nor less the eternal poles
Of tendency distribute souls.
There need no vows to bind
Whom not each other seek but find.
They give and take no pledge or oath,
Nature is the bond of both.
No prayer persuades, no flattery fawns,
Their noble meanings are their pawns.
Plain and cold is their address,
Power have they for tenderness,
And so thoroughly is known
Each others' purpose by his own,
They can parley without meeting,
Need is none of forms of greeting,
They can well communicate
In their innermost estate;
When each the other shall avoid,
Shall each by each be most enjoyed.
Not with scarfs or perfumed gloves
Do these celebrate their loves,
Not by jewels, feasts, and savors,
Not by ribbons or by favors,
But by the sun-spark on the sea,
And the cloud-shadow on the lea,
The soothing lapse of morn to mirk,
And the cheerful round of work.
Their cords of love so public are,
They intertwine the farthest star.
The throbbing sea, the quaking earth,
Yield sympathy and signs of mirth;
Is none so high, so mean is none,
But feels and seals this union.
Even the tell Furies are appeased,
The good applaud, the lost are eased.

Love's hearts are faithful, but not fond,
Bound for the just, but not beyond;
Not glad, as the low-loving herd,
Of self in others still preferred,
But they have heartily designed
The benefit of broad mankind.
And they serve men austerely,
After their own genius, clearly,
Without a false humility;
For this is love's nobility,
Not to scatter bread and gold,
Goods and raiment bought and sold,
But to hold fast his simple sense,
And speak the speech of innocence,
And with hand, and body, and blood,
To make his bosom-counsel good:
For he that feeds men, serveth few,
He serves all, who dares be true.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

My Bright Star

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient sleepless eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;
No yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever or else swoon to death.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

My Bride Girl

Too late for love, too late for joy,
Too late, too late!
You loitered on the road too long,
You trifled at the gate:
The enchanted dove upon her branch
Died without a mate;
The enchanted princess in her tower
Slept, died, behind the grate;
Her heart was starving all this while
You made it wait.

Ten years ago, five years ago,
One year ago,
Even then you had arrived in time,
Though somewhat slow;
Then you had known her living face
Which now you cannot know:
The frozen fountain would have leaped,
The buds gone on to blow,
The warm south wind would have awaked
To melt the snow.

Is she fair now as she lies?
Once she was fair;
Meet queen for any kingly king,
With gold-dust on her hair,
Now these are poppies in her locks,
White poppies she must wear;
Must wear a veil to shroud her face
And the want graven there:
Or is the hunger fed at length,
Cast off the care?

We never saw her with a smile
Or with a frown;
Her bed seemed never soft to her,
Though tossed of down;
She little heeded what she wore,
Kirtle, or wreath, or gown;
We think her white brows often ached
Beneath her crown,
Till silvery hairs showed in her locks
That used to be so brown.

We never heard her speak in haste;
Her tones were sweet,
And modulated just so much
As it was meet:
Her heart sat silent through the noise
And concourse of the street.
There was no hurry in her hands,
No hurry in her feet;
There was no bliss drew nigh to her,
That she might run to greet.

You should have wept her yesterday,
Wasting upon her bed:
But wherefore should you weep today
That she is dead?
Lo we who love weep not today,
But crown her royal head.
Let be these poppies that we strew,
Your roses are too red:
Let be these poppies, not for you
Cut down and spread.

Muhsin John Kurishingal

Believe Me

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.

Thomas Moore

Beauty

Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.

I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,
And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;
But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me
Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips.

John Masefield

Beautiful Dreamer

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!

Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,

Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Stephen Foster

Art thou pale for weariness

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

Percy Bysshe Shelley