The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that passing thereHad worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. 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.

खुदा से क्या मांगू तेरे वास्ते

खुदा से क्या मांगू तेरे वास्ते सदा खुशियों से भरे हों तेरे रास्ते हंसी तेरे चेहरे पे रहे इस तरह खुशबू फूल का साथ निभाती है जिस तरह सुख इतना मिले की तू दुःख को तरसे पैसा शोहरत इज्ज़त रात दिन बरसे आसमा हों या ज़मीन हर तरफ तेरा नाम हों महकती हुई सुबह और लहलहाती शाम हो तेरी कोशिश को कामयाबी की आदत हो जाये सारा जग थम जाये तू जब भी गए कभी कोई परेशानी तुझे न सताए रात के अँधेरे में भी तू सदा चमचमाए दुआ ये मेरी कुबूल हो जाये खुशियाँ तेरे दर से न जाये इक छोटी सी अर्जी है मान लेना हम भी तेरे दोस्त हैं ये जान लेना खुशियों में चाहे हम याद आए न आए पर जब भी ज़रूरत पड़े हमारा नाम लेना इस जहाँ में होंगे तो ज़रूर आएंगे दोस्ती मरते दम तक निभाएंगे

आदि से अंत तक

आदि से अंत तकशून्य से ब्रह्म तकज़िन्दगी के प्रथम स्वप्न से हो शुरूआस की डोर में सांझ में भोर में तुम ही मेरी सखा, तुम ही मेरीगुरूतुम ही आराध्य होतुम सहज साध्य होप्रेरणा धड़कनों के सफ़र की तुम्हींपथ संभाव्य में मन के हर काव्य में एक संकल्प लेकर बसी हो तुम्हींदर्द की तुम दवापूर्व की तुम हवाचिलबिलाती हुई धूप छांह होसृष्टि आरंभ तुमसेतुम्हीं पर ख़तमबस तुम्हारा ही विस्तार सातों गगनएक तुम आरुणीएक तुम वारुणी एक तुम ही हवा एक तुम ही अगनसृष्टि की तुम सृजक प्यास को तुम चषक मेरे अस्तित्व का तुम ही आधार होबिन तुम्हारे कभी चंद्रमा न रविहै अकल्पित कहीं कोई संसार होहर घड़ी, एक क्षणएक विस्तार, तृणजो भी है पास में तुमने हमको दियाकिंतु हम भूलतेदंभ में झूलते साल में एक दिन याद तुमको कियाकैसी है ये सदीकैसी है त्रासदीभूल जाते हैं कारण हमारा है जोहैं ऋणी अंत तकप्राण के पंथ परसांस हर एक माता तुम्हारी ही हो

true meaning of friendship

While friendship poems often seem to be the neglected cousin of the love poem, there is a long poetic tradition of poets writing verses to their poet friends--men and women who were either friends in daily life, or admired on the page. Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell dedicated several verses to each other as both poets and friends, including Bishop's poem "The Armadillo" and Lowell’s response, "Skunk Hour." Upon Lowell’s death, Bishop wrote "North Haven" to mourn the loss of his friendship and his writing:
You left North Haven, anchored in its rock, afloat in mystic blue...And now--you've leftfor good. You can't derange, or rearrange, your poems again. (But the sparrows can their song.) The words won't change again. Sad friend, you cannot change.
Similarly, Robert Frost wrote in an elegy dedicated to the poet Edward Thomas, "I slumbered with your poems on my breast." Gertrude Stein wrote "Portrait of Picasso," and in turn, he painted a portrait of her. Frank O’Hara and John Ashbery, two notable poets of the New York School, shared an affinity for each other’s work and dedicated poems to each other as well. O’Hara writes to Ashbery:
I can’t believe there’s notanother world where we will sitand read new poems to each otherhigh on a mountain in the wind.
Portugese poet Fernando Pessoa so wanted a literary community that he created one with his own imagination. Writing under his own name as well as invented "heteronyms," including Ricardo Reis, Alberto Caeiro, and Alvaro de Campos, he created hundreds of poems under dozens of identities. His imaginary creations wrote letters to each other and to the editors of magazines in which they praised or criticized each other’s work, and had extensively developed biographies and styles, becoming friends and supporters, mentors, or enemies of each other and their creator.
One of the most visible contemporary examples of a poetic friendship is seen a book co-composed by Joshua Beckman and Matthew Rohrer called Nice Hat. Thanks. The book is a true collaboration, a collection of transcripts of the two poets composing spontaneously, one of them adding a word or phrase or line before passing the poem to the other. There is a lightheartedness to these poems cobbled together line-by-line and word-by-word, and yet also a serious element to the wordplay, the poems depending a great deal on the give and take of both their friendship and their improvisations.
Perhaps one of the reasons why we have more contemporary poems of romantic love and less of friendship is that friendship lends itself more to a specific than a universal form; poems of friendship celebrate conversation, shared memories, and quirks. Rather than romantic poems that declare themselves immediately, friendship poems sometimes give themselves away with the initials in the dedication, and sometimes not at all. For poems that address the idea of friendship--real, imaginary, historical, romantic, and poetic--consider the following:
" Your Catfish Friend" by Richard Brautigan"The Armadillo" by Elizabeth Bishop" The Soul Unto Itself" by Emily Dickinson" Mending Wall" by Robert Frost"Narcissus Lullaby" by Tony Hoagland"Inviting a Friend to Supper," by Ben Jonson"For John Berryman" by Robert Lowell"Skunk Hour" by Robert Lowell"On Gifts For Grace" by Bernadette Mayer"Mr. Flood’s Party" by E.A. Robinson"An Old Song" by Tomaz Salamun"Sonnet 104" by William Shakespeare"Portrait of Picasso" by Gertrude Stein"Stanza II" from "Stanzas in Meditation" by Gertrude Stein"Sea Canes," by Derek Walcott"Endless Afternoons in a Spring Ice Storm on Mountain Roads in the Poconos" by Dara Wier"Travelling" by William Wordsworth"A Blessing," by James Wright"Friends" by W.B. Yeats"Adam’s Curse," by W.B. Yeats
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school ki yaade

Every school has a name but school is so lameschool what can I sayschool im there like every dayschool is like a prison, you can nver escapeschool is like having a detencion every dayschool you tell us to do schoolwork and at home we have to do homework: (school, school, schoolwork, work, workstudy, study, studytest, test, test it all goes trough my mind what else should i domight the principle think; .My schoolMy rulesMy way or the hard way

bachpan ki kahani

I started on my homework
but my pen ran out of ink.
My hamster ate my homework.
My computer's on the blink.
I accidentally dropped it
in the soup my mom was cooking.
My brother flushed it down the toilet
when I wasn't looking.
My mother ran my homework
through the washer and the dryer.
An airplane crashed into our house.
My homework caught on fire.
Tornadoes blew my notes away.
Volcanoes struck our town.
My notes were taken hostage
by an evil killer clown.
Some aliens abducted me.
I had a shark attack.
A pirate swiped my homework
and refused to give it back.
I worked on these excuses
so darned long my teacher said,
"I think you'll find it's easier
to do the work instead."

what is love...............

What I Love About YouI love the way you look at me,Your eyes so bright and blue.I love the way you kiss me,Your lips so soft and smooth.I love the way you make me so happy,And the ways you show you care.I love the way you say, "I Love You,"And the way you're always there.I love the way you touch me,Always sending chills down my spine.I love that you are with me,And glad that you are mine.- Crystal Jansen -

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A gentle word like a spark of light,Illuminates my soulAnd as each sound goes deeper,It's YOU that makes me wholeThere is no corner, no dark place,YOUR LOVE cannot fillAnd if the world starts causing waves,It's your devotion that makes them stillAnd yes you always speak to me,In sweet honesty and truthYour caring heart keeps out the rain,YOUR LOVE, the ultimate roofSo thank you my Love for being there,For supporting me, my lifeI'll do the same for you, you know,My Beautiful, Darling Wife.-

David G. Kelly -

You're my man, my mighty king,And I'm the jewel in your crown,You're the sun so hot and bright,I'm your light-rays shining down,You're the sky so vast and blue,And I'm the white clouds in your chest,I'm a river clean and pure,Who in your ocean finds her rest,You're the mountain huge and high,I'm the valley green and wide,You're the body firm and strong,And I'm a rib bone on your side,You're an eagle flying high,I'm your feathers light and brown,You're my man, my king of kings,And I'm the jewel in your crown

--Nima Akbari -

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TRUE MEANING OF LOVE.........................

Never Have I FallenYour lips speak soft sweetnessYour touch a cool caressI am lost in your magicMy heart beats within your chestI think of you each morningAnd dream of you each nightI think of your arms being around meAnd cannot express my delightNever have I fallenBut I am quickly on my wayYou hold a heart in your handsThat has never before been given away-