tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.comments2022-05-30T07:40:34.801-07:00PoetryBhawanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11780577398171283033noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-31278919446749620562022-05-30T07:40:34.801-07:002022-05-30T07:40:34.801-07:00Thank youu for thisThank youu for thisToms Recipeshttps://www.recipetom.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-18860360744711706522019-03-01T03:52:21.945-08:002019-03-01T03:52:21.945-08:00Nice thoughts 😊Nice thoughts 😊Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09351932850788060707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-20352915056392176362013-04-18T06:13:50.159-07:002013-04-18T06:13:50.159-07:00I am not really sure how I begin to write sometime...I am not really sure how I begin to write sometimes a word just makes me write, sometimes seeing something, a conversation, and most of all observing silently what's around me.<br />I absolutely love to write :-) Planning to make it a little bit serious now with a fiction Novel. Let's see where this new journey takes me. Thanks for reading :-)Bhawanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11780577398171283033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-79871232893321196712013-04-17T09:02:16.790-07:002013-04-17T09:02:16.790-07:00It is amazing what we see when we stop looking. Pe...It is amazing what we see when we stop looking. People spend so much time talking about others they rarely see the flaws in themselves.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14852848860743505145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-80742639920923862232013-04-17T08:58:11.692-07:002013-04-17T08:58:11.692-07:00I love this. Do you sometimes just write, not know...I love this. Do you sometimes just write, not knowing what will come from you. I do this and absolutely love it. It is a way of seeing what is really on my mind.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14852848860743505145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-53601385548003751122013-04-17T06:55:01.669-07:002013-04-17T06:55:01.669-07:00Thanks Linda It's a pleasure to write and hear...Thanks Linda It's a pleasure to write and hear what people like yourself felt about it.Keep reading my posts. Thanks once again.Bhawanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11780577398171283033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-63382981198839382722013-04-17T06:51:37.505-07:002013-04-17T06:51:37.505-07:00Love it. Respect for someone always continues even...Love it. Respect for someone always continues even after the heart stops.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14852848860743505145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-10488046671532853762013-04-16T09:54:51.809-07:002013-04-16T09:54:51.809-07:00how awesome... I always wondered about a lot of th...how awesome... I always wondered about a lot of these things myself and especially about flying..you are such a dreamer you...lol love the poemAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09046523720137666128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-46538237904286829752013-04-16T09:52:28.679-07:002013-04-16T09:52:28.679-07:00Hey I read your poem, which I have written and rea...Hey I read your poem, which I have written and read poetry myself and I love it...It seems so peaceful the way you describe this human that has died and I feel the great compassion you have for them even as a stranger, not just some dead body lying there Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09046523720137666128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-17601285394525424052013-04-14T22:10:01.535-07:002013-04-14T22:10:01.535-07:00This poem reminds me that the most valuable part o...This poem reminds me that the most valuable part of me is my soul. is the only part of me that is eternal. Flesh will be burned and material things left in this world. But where will my soul spend eternity?JOHN3:16 shafik.ibrahim@ymail.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-17382073077534777122011-12-05T12:59:03.822-08:002011-12-05T12:59:03.822-08:00Good stuff, something is happening in your life???...Good stuff, something is happening in your life???Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-89970024800388457822011-03-28T00:28:45.134-07:002011-03-28T00:28:45.134-07:00very well written!!! that's uvery well written!!! that's uAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-39702308265503005352011-03-26T10:47:58.619-07:002011-03-26T10:47:58.619-07:00i think i can comphrend this clear and loud!!!i think i can comphrend this clear and loud!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-78559485076906079922011-03-25T23:01:37.095-07:002011-03-25T23:01:37.095-07:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-40099813869001610342010-09-24T23:01:17.919-07:002010-09-24T23:01:17.919-07:00To hold a pessimistic view,
And see the world ...To hold a pessimistic view,<br /> And see the world as darkly "blue,"<br /> And feel mankind is false, untrue,<br /> Is not a just conclusion;<br /> But Truth demands that Hope shall wear<br /> No false rose in her silken hair,<br /> To hide Deceit, Fraud, and Despair,<br /> That feed on wild Delusion.NILADRI BHOWMIKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281381823089003488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-605284243556658442010-09-24T22:45:07.761-07:002010-09-24T22:45:07.761-07:00Some persons in mind are but mirrors
Reflectin...Some persons in mind are but mirrors<br /> Reflecting what others have thought,<br /> That make no original errors,<br /> They are only able to quote.<br /> You may ask their opinion on matters<br /> That pertain to affairs of the day,<br /> Their minds are but shreds and tatters<br /> Of what all their neighbors say.NILADRI BHOWMIKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281381823089003488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-18158817986234064012010-09-24T22:36:32.201-07:002010-09-24T22:36:32.201-07:00Soul speaks to soul, eye speaks to eye,
And mi...Soul speaks to soul, eye speaks to eye,<br /> And mind by mind is read;<br /> The heart bounds in sweet ecstasy<br /> Whene'er a light is shed,<br /> That shines to illume a cherished thought<br /> That seemed to dwell alone,<br /> But on through years has nobly sought<br /> To solve some truth unknown.NILADRI BHOWMIKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281381823089003488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-32698726892455638992010-09-24T22:28:55.818-07:002010-09-24T22:28:55.818-07:00The atmosphere may be redolent
With fragranc...The atmosphere may be redolent<br /> With fragrance from some happy soul<br /> Whose unconscious influence has sent<br /> Attractive power, like magnetic pole,<br /> Till laugh of bright eyes is contagious,<br /> Infectious, the mirth of a smile,<br /> And the ominous brow umbrageous,<br /> Casts aside its lowerings vile.NILADRI BHOWMIKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281381823089003488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-67742304853083950802010-09-24T22:14:34.002-07:002010-09-24T22:14:34.002-07:00At sunset my spirit shall sing
Of the beauti...At sunset my spirit shall sing<br /> Of the beauties the elements yield,<br /> Let my heart then its off'ring bring<br /> To the Artist of sky and of field.<br /><br /> When my soul from its dwelling of clay,<br /> Shall escape to that unknown sphere,<br /> May it be at the close of the day,<br /> When the glories of sunset appear.<br />.............NILADRI BHOWMIKNILADRI BHOWMIKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281381823089003488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-25608743361626283412010-09-24T21:57:01.927-07:002010-09-24T21:57:01.927-07:00A silent force marks out the course
Of every m...A silent force marks out the course<br /> Of every man and woman,<br /> No matter what may be the lot<br /> Of creatures that are human,<br /><br /> The end attained is ever gained<br /> By means so strange and hidden,<br /> We call it luck, instead of pluck,<br /> Or fate by fairies bidden.<br /><br /> The human eye cannot descry<br /> All workings of the brain;<br /> At silent night, it gains a might<br /> Which bears a mental trainAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996410017101141167.post-51120900905605260962010-07-05T09:44:22.124-07:002010-07-05T09:44:22.124-07:00Well said. What really is lacking is the thought p...Well said. What really is lacking is the thought process and the if we start blaming who are responsible for it, then the list will be long. Right from the education system to the social structure, everyone is charged of guilty.<br /><br />And encouraging people to start thinking will be the best way to put wheel into motion..Abhishek Raihttp://totalgadha.com/tgtown/gottoprovenoreply@blogger.com