When we get what we want
we don't value, sometimes don't even care !
When we don't give other what we want
we feel guilty, sometimes great !!
When we have to share something and we don't want to share,
we try to deny, sometimes get annoyed!
when we need and others deny
we feel rejected, sometimes deprived !!
When we want start but circumstances don't allow,
we complain ..
Why not do something ? Why not work for it ?
we find complaining easiest way to escape ,
to satisfy as nothing is spend along with sympathy is gained..
Lets own ourselves and find ways and come out with flying colurs and toast our success..
Sunday, June 29, 2008
As I see you
Prim and proper you may not be,
Unaware of the facts you can never be,
Loquacious and lovely you ought to be,
Kind and generous you always try to be,
Innoncent and ignorant you mat pretent to be,
Try everything you will never be other than me.
Copyright ©1996 Shweta Goswami
Unaware of the facts you can never be,
Loquacious and lovely you ought to be,
Kind and generous you always try to be,
Innoncent and ignorant you mat pretent to be,
Try everything you will never be other than me.
Copyright ©1996 Shweta Goswami
Search
In the world full of hassles and contentment
Am I looking for peace and harmony
In the crowd of stranger
Am I looking for some familar faces
In the garden of blooming flowers
Am I looking for a flower of my own fragrance
In the ocean of deep thoghts and storm of emotions
Am I searching for my own existence
In the starry and moonlit night
Am I looking for a guiding star
In the corner of heart
I am trying to find myself, my possession, my emotions.
Hope this search end before
I end.
Copyright ©2008 Shweta Goswami
Am I looking for peace and harmony
In the crowd of stranger
Am I looking for some familar faces
In the garden of blooming flowers
Am I looking for a flower of my own fragrance
In the ocean of deep thoghts and storm of emotions
Am I searching for my own existence
In the starry and moonlit night
Am I looking for a guiding star
In the corner of heart
I am trying to find myself, my possession, my emotions.
Hope this search end before
I end.
Copyright ©2008 Shweta Goswami
Tree
I was walking alone in a spring day,
with a desire of sheltring tree somewhere,
I saw, from me whose distance was mere.
Tree was full of ripening fruits,
and was waiting for someone who could be his DEAR.
It was alone and loaded
Its sadness was very clear'
It wanted a companion
who could lend its ear.
I stopped and went to its rear
I sat down and made myself ready to hear
It sharead everything
and I was happy and without any fear.
The days passed by and time came
when summer was near
The blowing wind with tinge of heat
made me realise, the time to go is very near.
I wished, i prayed for spring to stay,
I longed for summer to be away.
The time was running and tree started shredding
I have to move away from the tree who had become my dear.
with a desire of sheltring tree somewhere,
I saw, from me whose distance was mere.
Tree was full of ripening fruits,
and was waiting for someone who could be his DEAR.
It was alone and loaded
Its sadness was very clear'
It wanted a companion
who could lend its ear.
I stopped and went to its rear
I sat down and made myself ready to hear
It sharead everything
and I was happy and without any fear.
The days passed by and time came
when summer was near
The blowing wind with tinge of heat
made me realise, the time to go is very near.
I wished, i prayed for spring to stay,
I longed for summer to be away.
The time was running and tree started shredding
I have to move away from the tree who had become my dear.
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