Stay yet A While
(a man in the graveyard with his lady love in had, he says 'stay yet a while my dear.......)
Stay yet a while,
Speak to me once again,,
Kiss me so long , But as a kiss may last.
That kiss shall make all thoughts survive,
Like food for our sweet memory kept alive.
Stay back and speak again and again to my heart.
Stay yet a while, Stay yet a While …. …. ….
Ask me to Stay yet a While
(the wishpers from the souls .....)
(he says)
As far art thou, my lass,
So deep in luve am I,
(her soul says)
And I will luve thee my dear,
Till the seas gang dry.
And the rocks melt by the sun!
While the sands o’life shall run.
And fare thee wheel, my luve,
Till you ask me to Stay yet a While,
And I will come again, my dear,
Tho’ it were ten thousand miles!
I Did Not
(he remembers his younger days when they started living together....)
Twas a new feeling – something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hit not;
We saw it in each other’s eye,
And wished, it every half-breathed sigh,
To speak, but did not.
You felt my lips’ impassioned touch ---
Twas the first time we dared so much,
And yet you chide not’
But whispered o’er my burning brow,
“Oh, do you doubt, I love you now?”
“Oh, Sweet Soul ! I did not” I did not........(doubt)
Good Night My Love!
(lingering in his yester year memories, he goes to bed to meet her in dreams....... and he dies)
(lingering in his yester year memories, he goes to bed to meet her in dreams....... and he dies)
As I am saying good night at the end of the day,
And you are not here, but many miles away,
My heart is so empty and so lonely inside,
As I wipe away a tear I am trying to hide.
I close my eyes and try to go to sleep,
But with the sadness inside I begin to weep.
Suddenly I remember what you once said to me,
Just meet me in the stars, waiting for you I will be.
When distance tends to keep us apart,
Remember I still hold you near in my heart.
When the night together, can't be ours,
Just close your eyes and meet me in the stars.
Remembering those words, I begin to smile,
And gently close my eyes, lessening the miles.
I can see the stars, oh how beautifully arranged,
But you are not there, no hug to exchange.
I sit alone waiting, with hope in my heart,
No longer wanting to be kept apart.
Suddenly in the distance, a shadow appears,
A tear rolls down my face and the image is clear.
And you are not here, but many miles away,
My heart is so empty and so lonely inside,
As I wipe away a tear I am trying to hide.
I close my eyes and try to go to sleep,
But with the sadness inside I begin to weep.
Suddenly I remember what you once said to me,
Just meet me in the stars, waiting for you I will be.
When distance tends to keep us apart,
Remember I still hold you near in my heart.
When the night together, can't be ours,
Just close your eyes and meet me in the stars.
Remembering those words, I begin to smile,
And gently close my eyes, lessening the miles.
I can see the stars, oh how beautifully arranged,
But you are not there, no hug to exchange.
I sit alone waiting, with hope in my heart,
No longer wanting to be kept apart.
Suddenly in the distance, a shadow appears,
A tear rolls down my face and the image is clear.
When You Are Old (Veer Zara like)
(this poem nerrates the pangs of separation of two lovers, when,
she gets married forcebly to some else, yet her heart with him.............)
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of our soft look
Your eyes had once, and of the memories deep;
(this book means – this poem)
(dream of our soft look means – our sweet memories)
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
(pilgrim soul means – though she is married to someone else, her soul pilgrims around her most loved one)
(sorrows of changing face means – the pangs of separation from loved one getting married to some one else)
My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, --
No, --- nor my lips freed laughter since ‘farewell’,
And with the day, distance again expands
Voiceless between us, as an uncoiled shell.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of our soft look
Your eyes had once, and of the memories deep;
How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;
She taught me Touch, that opened life from grim,
She taught me Laugh, to live and laugh, hand in hand.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of our soft look
Your eyes had once, and of the memories deep;
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I’m martyr to a motion of our own;
What’s freedom for? To know eternity.
But who would count eternity in days?
Till then, lets live in Hope, for hope is a thing,
With feathers, that perches in the soul how to sing,
A tune without words, and never stops at all,
Never stop to live in hope, till we unite in all.
Old bones live to learn the wanton ways:
I measure time by how a body sways.
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.
(how a body sways means – die and meet in another life or in this life)
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of our soft look
Your eyes had once, and of the memories deep;
