Grecian Urn

Try                         Do you know                         Who am I?                         I am a poem unfinished---                         I am a lake atop a volcano,                         Silent and quite.                         Do you know   ...

        In Memorium I blame you Because you came to the end of the road Without me And declared yourself free I blame you  Because you made me  So very lonely. They say I talk too much Can I say them it’s ‘cause of you? All my childhood afternoons That I roamed alone and alone Where, where were you? I blame you  Because you made me  So very lonely. I claim to know what crossed your mind That you whispered to me an untimely good-bye Unspoken words you’ve left behind Undone things we’ll never get to do No sharing thoughts you never knew. Trust me I am angry with you. A peace has fallen upon your head A taste of sorrow we have been fed It really is like a hole in our lives One swiftly dug but carved out by knives. Dedicated to my brother, whom I never have met. He just lives a bit too far from me. It is a beautiful place. There are startling stars and magical galaxies, where his abode now is. I know Bhaiya flies there in joy, twirls and takes occasio...

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Is There No One? In frame: Solitude by Daler Usmonov ( 2015) Is there no one whose lookin' for a friend? Is there no one, seeking a hand? Is there no one whose lookin' for a lover ? Is there no one, seeking a heart? Is there no one whose looking for me? Is there no one, for me? Walking down the street, I see faces-- Looking down and seeing a thing. They, all are alike,with neat collars, ironed and tight. Yet  so cold, that I couldn't believe They are keeping alive. They don't look at each other, They don't say me a 'hi'-- Alone...alone ...all alone I weep at the corner, meanwhile! Is there no one who will once look up? Is there no one who'll once see me? Is there no one who will end my wait? Because, dear, with you I want to be 'we'! I promise you, to build a home at the hills, And at the brook we'll let go one paperboat. We will drink water and walk slow-- But darling, tell me first, where to find you? I promise to reach you my w...

    No poet am I No poet am I. Plagued by the Weight of words, Words unrhymed, Only multiplies each day  In volume and size -- I come to terms:  No poet am I. In the beaker of my heart Looms, a forest of words. Words sprout there, From the kernel of memory. Evergreen, a colonnade of Birch. They never fade, Like a cuckoo's untimely song,  Day end's clarion call.  I cry, the sunlight breaks  In the corner of my eyes.  The rainbow of life,  Carelessly spawns   Gray Memories,    And Moss,   Their edges sharp,  wild, unkempt Fern,  Beckons the bygone. Amma sleeps there; (in peace), In the storehouse of,  moss and Fern. From her pallu, Come floating down images -- Fossilized turmeric scent,  Silent, key holders' noise And the end notes Of her feeble voice, Accompanied by three dots. From gulfs afar, Rages a storm, A whirlwind of  Imag...