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Happiness....

Nameless

Speechless

Soundless

Noiseless

Everything that comes into my life

Spinning

Dazzling

Dizzying

Ruckus

Everything that tickles the heart

Enchanting

Mesmerizing

Thrilling

Igneous 

Everything that lasts

 

 

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Pretty sad :)

Lol. You rock :)

Because in much wisdom there is much grief, and increasing knowledge results in increasing pain.,,,,Ecclesiastes 1:18

Then I saw that wisdom excelleth folly, as far as light excelleth darkness.....Ecclesiastes 1:23

Hmm...

Born

Raised

Loved

Touched

Alone but for my soul

Stricken

Pained

Piteous

Unforgiven

Sorrowful in the company of my soul

Leave

Depart

Forsake

blow the candle

The pain hurts but the tears soothe

The heart bleeds but the soul feels at ease

The mind is confused but the heart at peace

The desire is overpowering but the appetite satiated

I seek

I long

I run

I can't find

that which I seek

The cry for help

The victory lap

The story unfolds

The same story retold

Thus man shall be

and thus he shall remain

never at ease

and never without pain

Told you I am better than your Khalifa :)

You are Khalifah. Noone else can dare all this. :p

Btw this is amazing stuff. Salute as PostMan says. :)

Honored and pained

Honored for I sense the esteem you hold him in

Pained that you see only that which you see

You know why I say what I say. You give me nothing to refute my claim. :)

He was my audience. :)

While all the whilst you were dancing to his tune?

That note, hold that note

let none hear it but those in whose hearts is pain

fortify the soul with the cello; the cello of melodious words

Live for isn't life worth dancing for, for those and for them

For none dance alone to please themselves

Crescendo! an endless crescendo; till the rhythm is the heart beat itself

Don't let it fade and yet it shall, yet it shall, my God it shall

No bow no encore just a curtain dropping, falling 

Speechless. I can't write better than that YET! :) 

I mean wait for some 10 hours. In 10 hours I'll narrow the 5 years' gap too. :p 

Magnificent........simply outstanfing KKT

@ Iola

I was unintentionally expecting such kinda stuff from you dear :)

Damn! I am becoming predictable. :)

And yet you shall

no doubt

Play, just play with words 

and they shall playfully respond

It's music , it's all music

music at will 

at your will

You own your will

it's all yours; the words; the thougts; the time

listen to your heart; hear how it sings

Let the birds be mesmerised by the words

The unrelenting words that pour out your very soul

The wind can be your slave; if you only, only once speak to it

Speak in the voice of nature; the voice of your heart

That is fullfilment; to be one with nature with all mankind

For what is the meaning of life

but that which you give it

so sing along with it and make it your song

 

Dammit! I could kill you for raising the benchmark!

"is terhan tu huta hai is terhan k kamun mai"

" aur abhi hum udaas nahi phirte sardeeon ki shaamon main" :)

looolll I was searching the first line and here it is :)

sardiyun ki shaamon mai bahir phirnay ki zaroorat bhi nai hai bemar par jein gay. So stay at home ;p

Khalifah only once wrote better than me. You have done it in a succession now. Making a habit of it would be deadly. It would only make me better than you in the end KKT. :)   

I wish and I hope but I fear the crowd and so should you

The crowd stifles it overwhelm, it corrupts

Be in it but not a part of it

As already stated; learn to stand alone, aloof , apart and yet in the midst

for an audience is welcome almost desired

For did not God create and then create man to admire the creation?

'Tis  the same seed; the seed of God

Not just his image or his earth but his emotions as well he made us inheritors of

Wisdom is a pasttime and time we must pass

some chasing wisdom and some running from it

In the end, and yes there will be an end

there must be an end

 

Am trying. Stumbling. Each shortcoming hits like a kick in the face.

A kick in the face ??!!!

What were you thinking?

You just killed the flow, good night!

Standing Ovation for KKT :)

Now we have another outstanding poet.

To know that you cannot know enough

learn enough 

live enough

to know all you seek to know

to all you'll neva know

To be less than knowledge itself

nature, His creatures and creations

To live in that knowledge

is the purest

humblest acceptance of being

but a human

In that knowledge 

lives God 

Alone in His Divinity and All-Knowingness 

I bow to Him 

A plunge, yes a plunge is what you must needs take

The water is cold but it makes way for you

The longer you are in it the more it becomes your home

So make wisdom your home and its quest your journey

The journey is long and forlorn

Wisdom and happiness run parrallel but yet converge in contentment

And where you find contentment

There you find God

God exists and your mind concurs

 

 

For me

'Tis not the plunge alone

'Tis the standing alone

Amid crowds and crowds

knowing I stand alone

That silence

I have to make my home

To hear sounds

Which are but not theirs

But of things they do not hear, seek and sense

To know

I shall neva be a part

of the part that is also His part

That the journey I undertake

Is one with the coldest of winds

Lashing into me

That knowledge I live with

That knowledge doth neva part

With that understanding 

I shall tremble into His walk

Knowing I failed Him when I failed the crowds

With my distance and my solitude

I stood apart

But if I seek Him

even in my failings

I would feel loved

once and for all

The divinity of that joy

is the dream

that consoles 

condoles

to live on

till the end

that shall always follow

every joy and every sorrow.  

 

 

 

 

 

Neither you nor your Khalifa even come close....:)

That neva counted silly. :)

I rock, therefore I am :)

True, otherwise you wouldn't have counted either. :p

It's you I am worried about, girlfriend :)

Good for you. :)

Even I am not worried about myself anymore.  

Self pity, the first rung

Tales which desire to be carried on words

The expectation of a hint if only a fleeting expression of concern

The desire to be held ever so close if only for an effervescent moment

Tears are only for those who are loved

A strangers parting evokes no emotion nor elicits tears

The desire to peer inside the curiousity the thirst or simply a quest

The desire to live and feel as another lives or feels

The deisre to be I and to be not confined by it

The longing to feel through anothers feelings

To love through anothers heart

To see through anothers eyes

The longing to peer deep, deep

To be different to be acknowledged

 

So beautiful each time. I feel like giving up :) 

 

The rain it falls

It rejuvenates

It cleanses

It permeates

It longs to procreate

The seed it lies forlorn

All longing long gone

All hope long lost

It too had given up

It feels the rain

It feels the love 

Tentatively it sprouts

Overwhelmed with gratitude

It blossoms

Its leaves, its fruit, its branches

It gives its all 

Back to the world that gave it life

It repays in life manifold

Blessed be the rain, blessed indeed

 

 

Damn! :)

Go ahead, edit the first It's too :p

Damn!

Hope that is a term of endearment :)

If I wrote on your wall...it is the biggest sign of endearment in all.

'Damn' just rounds it all up. :)

What you wrote on my wall makes as much sense as your posts lately :)

You will always be silly. What I write doesn't matter. That I write there is everything. :p

Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.
 
-Fyodor Tyutchev 

Alas! true genius is yet elusive

You should read some of this guys works; he truly rocks :)

Ok KKT! now disclose the name of the poet? ;p

Did he write all above poems?

Fyodor Tyutchev 

Just the last poem is his, the rest were all penned by yours truly