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Anaira’s Musings !!

Anaira_HH said:
Dilne jabh bhi likhna chaha...
Yaad bus ek unka hi naam aya..

Kya likhe hum unpe...
Jo bus ek raaz hai jisse sabhse chupake sunte hai....

Jo woh Saaz hai
Chupke se milte hai sapno mein humare...
Subha uthh te hi dhoondhte hai Phir neeshan unke....

Bhool jaatein hai ke yeh kahani adhoori hi rahegi...
Woh unse baatein karne wali ankhen
abh Kuch na kahegi....

Phirbhi dilne jabh likhna chaha
Yaad bus ek unka hi naam aya...
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In lamho mein chhupi ek mithaas, ek ahsaas, jo kehna chupake se chahta hai, dilne jabh bhi likhna chaha, yaad bus ek unka hi naam aya..

In un labon ke madhur geet mein, ek raaz chhupa hai, jo kehna chupke se chahta hai, dilne jabh bhi likhna chaha, yaad bus ek unka hi naam aya...
 
Beautifully penned And tastefully articulated by - Hardrock30

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unhone kaha, "meri aaddat na lagao, jalke rakh ho jayoge,"
meine kaha, "rakh hi toh hun, ab kya bujhna kya jalna,
mere dard ka, yehi toh ek sukoon hey."


unhone kaha, "meri baaton mein tumhein dard ka ehsaas kyun hota hai,"
Meine kaha, "kyunki tumhari har baat, mere dil se judi hui koi raah hota hai,
tum bin, ye dard ka samandar, kab ka gehra hota."


unhone kaha, "aise bhatak te huye chalne par, manzilon ka pata nahi,"
Meine kaha, " chalne se hi toh , har rasta khud ba khud manzil ke pass hota hai,
saath koyi ho, toh har safar me ek nayi umang hoti hai."


unhone muskurakar pucha, "tum mujhme kya dekhte ho,"
Meine kaha, "ek aaina, jisme main apna aks, thoda aur behtar dekhta hoon,
tumhari aankhon mein, mere tute hue sapno ko dekhta hoon."


Is tarah, unki baaton ne, meri soch ko naya aasman diya,
aur meine, unki muskurahat mein, apni khushiyan piroyi.
Jahan unhone mohabaat ka dardwala darwaja dikhaya,
wahan meine khusiyon ki nayi khidkiya khol di.


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Thank toh Hardrock30 for contributing to my thread.
 
-- Loud Thoughts --

Sometimes our thoughts are so loud,
We cannot even hear ourselves think.
A feeling of being alone in a big crowd,
Seeing without realizing that we blink.

Loud thoughts are never enough,
Their echoes also fade in the wind.
They are not made of the right stuff,
On the breast of incertitude pinned

Loud thoughts try to have their say,
So loud that they cannot be heard.
The tweeting of birds more convey,
Amplified thoughts as vision blurred.

Thoughts as loneliness crying for help,
Shouting in a crowd yet so very alone.
The quiet of solitude arriving by stealth,
Shapely and beautiful, as quiet as stone.

Loud thoughts listened to but not heard,
No virtue lies in the force of insistence.
Power lies in the quiet thought of a word,
Listened to by virtue of their persistence.
- - - - - -
 
-- Making Up for Lost Time --

How often we try to make up for lost time,
A pause in life’s rhythm, like a skipped rhyme.
How we fret and fritter so many hours away,
Not being in the moment, like children at play.
Indecisive, we procrastinate, things left undone,
Loose ends in the fabric, our tapestry unspun.
Nothing stops streaming sands of an hour glass,
Minutes mark the hour as destiny comes to pass.
Then a moment arrives when we begin to realize,
The moments we have lost, our wastage despised.
We get smart and refocus, turning over a new leaf,
Seizing all those precious moments with such relief.
Still time we have lost is not time we have regained,
Seconds, minutes, hours vanish, less time remained.
My pledge, to fill with purpose all the empty hours,
Not to waste but value time and its special powers.
- - - - - -
 
-- What Still Remains --

What is it that still remains,
When everything else is gone.
Left behind that still pertains,
After the last breath is drawn.

Whispered echoes still reverberate,
As I make my final journey home.
One enduring message to enervate,
Under the awning of heaven’s dome.

All questions have been laid aside,
Nothing left to ask in the running.
One final emotion in which to abide,
One final answer still forth-coming.

All hopes and dreams now fade,
Mountain mist drifts with no sound.
Into the unknown mystery to wade,
Left to hear – a silence profound.

What is it that still remains,
When everything else is gone.
Left behind that still pertains,
After the last breath is drawn.

Love lived as dream in the best of times,
A lifetime of yearning for what it seems.
Love lived as salvation in the worst of times,
A lifetime of learning to know what it means.
- - - - - -
 
-- The Value of Ignorance --

The value of ignorance provides us with an open door,
That leads down a pathway of knowledge and more.
Who would ever predict the miracle of the unknown,
That thrives in rich soil where mysteries are grown.

We live all our lives in the wealth of nature’s splendor,
Who could predict what dawn and dusk may render.
The brightness of day knows nothing of the night,
While the darkness of night tempered by moonlight.

The tree knows not, yet prays with uplifted arms,
Winds roam in ignorance, yet whisper sacred psalms.
What does the night do but forever conceal itself,
What does the day do but forever offer up itself.

Imagine being vulnerable and ignorant as a little bird,
Trembling in fear at the sound of a harsh wind heard.
To do the right thing when we know not what we do,
We didn’t know and still know not what others knew.

What better confession but to claim: ‘I do not know’,
The empty heart waiting to be filled, waiting to know.
In knowing our ignorance, heaven will nothing conceal.
The value of ignorance offers freely its secret to reveal.
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A Shadowed, Darkened Course
- - - - - -

I evoke a tale of a shadowed, darkened course
Where death rides atop a ghostly black horse
It's astraddle the saddle with searching evil eye
Scanning far then wide to spy who's next to die

Neither man nor woman that's ever been born
Will escape this dark riders stare for the forlorn
And upon each and all of us his gaze will rest
Then withdraw our lives from hearts in breast

Leeching, death latches upon our sorry bones
Then drags us to where no good thing roams
A place where shadows dwell and spirits groan
A space of dank, darkened walls of a hellish tone

Oh yes, I tell you a tale of all men's fearsome foe
Of death’s dark place bare, fully filled with woe
I tell you this tale of demise without any remorse
For it's all mankind’s shadowed, darkened course
- - - - - -
 
-- A Lifetime of Farewells --

Farewell to the eternity from which we were born,
Farewell to timelessness from which we were torn.
To prepare for final departure, a lifetime of farewells,
Life experience drawn from arcane antediluvian wells.

Goodbye to all childhood innocence in ruins as we age,
Old age a pale reflection of life as we turn the final page.
Goodbye to childhood friends, puberty, university years,
The pungent saltiness of all joys and sorrows in our tears.

Sweet farewell to the night lies in the coming of our days,
Sweet farewell to the day lies in the coming of our nights.
Goodbye to the loves that our life has intimately defined,
Goodbye to all strangers and friends, such generosity kind.

Farewell to all the happiness once existing, now forgotten,
Farewell to all the memories persisting, still remembered.
Farewell to all life’s intimacies that we could never resist,
Farewell to sorry and misery, however much they persist.

Winter’s sparkling icicles melt as tears in bidding its farewells,
Spring rains reawaken the frozen earth and refill emptied wells.
Summer may gracefully take its leave, but autumn tells the tale,
The stunning farewell of crimson leaves does every heart assail.

Why do we live or die we ask, bidding farewell to the day,
Every question seeks answer, finding solace when we pray.
The sound of dogs barking, of pigeons cooing on the wire,
The last bells of night tolling, a brave new world to inspire.

Yet nothing is ever finished and the heart forever yearns;
El mundo si gira, Galileo realized, the world forever turns.
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-- Faith, My Companion --

Faith is lost
If always seeking evidence.
Faith is found
If evidence is seeking us.

Faith a process
Supporting what we believe.
Faith a process
Supporting what anyone believes.

Lost in the mind
That seeks its proof.
Found in the heart
That needs no proof.

Faith a mirage
For those who have lost their way.
Faith a miracle
For those who have found firm their way.

The faith of the damned
For those who find no proof.
Faith of the blessed
For those who need no proof.

Some search their entire lives,
Bound to a faith that never finds.
Others search their entire lives,
Bound to a faith that finds them.

Our doubts and despair
Help us to forget.
Our faith and belief
Help us to remember.

The lack of faith,
Seeing the veil as if blind.
The power of faith,
Seeing thru the veil of the blind.

A faith in the night of oblivion
Hinges on proofs in the known world.
A faith in the eternal Spirit
Hinges on proofs in a revealed world.

Faith, my companion,
In the company of lightning and thunder.
In the center of the storm,
Intimate peace, inspired wonder.

Faith only in the spirit of the world,
Faith truly in the world of the spirit.
Faith, the story of a faithful life,
Truth, the story within the story.
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Anaira_HH said:
-- What Still Remains --

What is it that still remains,
When everything else is gone.
Left behind that still pertains,
After the last breath is drawn.

Whispered echoes still reverberate,
As I make my final journey home.
One enduring message to enervate,
Under the awning of heaven’s dome.

All questions have been laid aside,
Nothing left to ask in the running.
One final emotion in which to abide,
One final answer still forth-coming.

All hopes and dreams now fade,
Mountain mist drifts with no sound.
Into the unknown mystery to wade,
Left to hear – a silence profound.

What is it that still remains,
When everything else is gone.
Left behind that still pertains,
After the last breath is drawn.

Love lived as dream in the best of times,
A lifetime of yearning for what it seems.
Love lived as salvation in the worst of times,
A lifetime of learning to know what it means.
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What remains
There is a strength in being loved
Which never leaves, but sits
Deep in the body,
Waiting to be needed;

there is a happiness in loving back
Which lets the strength sing
And makes ironing work shirts
Much less annoying;

Because we know that, at the end,
love is taken with us into the ground
where it grows tree,

Or else we throw it up
In handful of ashes
For the wind to sow out widely
Whipping into a huge blue sky
Over a flat grey sea.​
 
❣️ -- Love -- ❣️

An emptiness
An absence
A wish
A desire
A loneliness
A longing
A meeting
A spark
A flicker
A flame
A torch
A blaze

A ring of love
That glows as
White hot embers
That mellow and cool
Into dust and ash
Lifted into the air
Taken by the wind
To blow away
Into the emptiness
Love right there
In the he¬art of things
In the wind and air
In the breath and spirit
Of life
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❤️
 
Anaira_HH said:
❣️ -- Love -- ❣️

An emptiness
An absence
A wish
A desire
A loneliness
A longing
A meeting
A spark
A flicker
A flame
A torch
A blaze

A ring of love
That glows as
White hot embers
That mellow and cool
Into dust and ash
Lifted into the air
Taken by the wind
To blow away
Into the emptiness
Love right there
In the he¬art of things
In the wind and air
In the breath and spirit
Of life
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❤️
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Very nice
 
Anaira_HH said:
❣️ -- Love -- ❣️

An emptiness
An absence
A wish
A desire
A loneliness
A longing
A meeting
A spark
A flicker
A flame
A torch
A blaze

A ring of love
That glows as
White hot embers
That mellow and cool
Into dust and ash
Lifted into the air
Taken by the wind
To blow away
Into the emptiness
Love right there
In the he¬art of things
In the wind and air
In the breath and spirit
Of life
- - - - - -
❤️
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Come a little closer​

Come a little closer
Honey, come a little closer,
let me whisper in your ear.
Let me tell it to you softly,
So that no one else will hear.
What I have to say is private,
and is just between us two;
just want you to know how much,
I love the things you do.
 
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