Washington Post conducted a poetry competition for Two -Line Rhymes with the 'Most romantic first line, but the least romantic second line.
And the winner is....


My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
Marrying you screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

I thought that I could love no other --
that is until I met your sister.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead-
the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.

I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes --
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe “'Go to hell.”'

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts tequila, one part lime

JJJ

कुछ लफ्ज़.. / വെറുതെ ഒരു കവിത..

तो सुनो ये कहानी, मधुरिमा की जुबानी
एक ऐसी कहानी, सदियों पुरानी
जिसमें राजा न रानी, ना परियां दीवानी॥
कुछ यादों कि रवानी , गम-ऐ-उल्फत की निशानी।
न तेरी न मेरी, हम सब की कहानी॥

തല്‍ക്കാലം ഇത്രയും മതി, ബാക്കി പിന്നീടാവാം...എന്താ?

Happy Vishu

കാലം ഇനിയും വരും
വിഷു വരും, വര്‍ഷം വരും
പിന്നെ ഓരോ ഇതളിനും പൂ വരും, കായ് വരും
അപ്പോള്‍ ആരെന്നും എന്തെന്നും ആര്‍ക്കറിയാം ....
കക്കാടിന്റെ 'സഫലമീ യാത്രയില്‍' നിന്നുള്ള വരികള്‍



Kaalam iniyum Varum
Vishu varaum Varsham Varum
Pinne oro ithalinum poo varum kaay varum
Appol Aarennum enthennum aarkariyaam...
From the poem "Saphalamee Yathra" by N N Kakkaadu

The Return

I'm back to blogging after abandoning my blog for years...wonder how my blog feels about my return. Anyway lets say, i'm here to stay this time.
here is a poem by 'The Blue Gentleman' i could completely relate to..go ahead, give it a shot.

It has been so very long,
Since I have been able to write.
But I’ve returned; I’m back
And I have conquered the night!

-

I was wandering; I was lost
In the deep emptiness of my mind.
But I’ve found my spark; lit the fire.
My eternal inspiration I did find.

-

No longer will I wait
As I slowly die inside.
“I am the Master of my Fate!”
I have the choice; I shall decide.

-

From my dark pit. I arise
Like the sun on a new dawn.
My inner daemons are defeated
And my fears are all gone!

-

My eyes once again sparkle.
My voice is again strong.
My soul is now complete.
For I know this is where I belong!

Sunset

Out over the ocean and it’s waves it lay,
A magnificent orange sphere, as it drops to the sea,
With spears descending from within the fire,
The magnificent beauty of the sunset each day,

An immanent display, for the world to share,
As it seeps below horizons, to end the day,
Only to share light, so that others may see,
The beauty of the sunset for all who care,

Up above the clouds, that shadow the light,
The rain, the snow, and the elements that blind,
That magnificent glow, that brightens our world,
Another sunset awaits, just to share its light,

Poem by B J Ayers

A Poem on Life

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person
that wasn't supposed to ever let you down, probably will.
You will have your heart broken probably more than once
and it is harder every time.
You'll break hearts too,
so remember how it felt when yours was broken.
You'll fight with your best friend
You'll blame a new love for the things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast,
and you'll eventually lose someone you love.
So take too many pictures, laugh too much,
and love like you've never been hurt
because every sixty seconds you spend upset
is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.
Don't be afraid that your life will end,
be afraid that it will never begin...


~~Anonymous~~

All Fire'd Up...

You can find the black n white version of the same image in my other blog MagicLens.
It took a while for me to decide whether to post the color or BW version there. Color version had great amout of excitement in it while the BW version looked melancholy.
Since Kals left a comment asking me to post the color version i thought i'll post it here with the lyrics of the song which was playing on the radio. When i looked at the image it seemed the flower was all fired up, maybe it was really happy to reach full bloom.
I couldnt find the mp3 online to share the song with yall but i could find the lyrics which i'm posting/pasting below..

All Fired Up
From Pat Benatar's ablum Wide Awake in Dreamland


Livin’ with my eyes closed, goin’ day to day
I never knew the difference, I never cared either way
Lookin’ for a reason, searchin’ for a sign
Reachin’ out with both hands, I gotta feel the kick inside

All fired up
Now I believe there comes a time
All fired up
When everything just falls in line
All fired up
We live an’ learn from our mistakes
All fired up, fired up, fired up - hey!!!

Ain’t nobody livin’, in a perfect world
Everybody’s out there, cryin’ to be heard
Now I got a new fire, burnin’ in my eyes
Lightin’ up the darkness, movin’ like a meteorite.

The deepest cuts are healed by faith
Now I believe there comes a time
When everything just falls in line
We live an’ learn from our mistakes

All fired up
Now I believe there comes a time
All fired up
When everything just falls in line
All fired up
We live an’ learn from our mistakes
All fired up, fired up, fired up - hey!!!

The Folding of the Petals

The Folding Of The Petals
Poem by Jerrold Ham

The folding of the petals means that night is almost here.
The day has turned to twilight;and the sun soon disappears.
The flowers sleep in silence as they wait for morning's light.
They seem to be at peace as they rest throughout the night.

With a growing sense of joy,the dawn begins to break,
The birds begin to sing,and the flowers, they awake.
As the sun comes up to touch them with its rays of blessed warmth,
We watch their petals open,and reach out with open arms.

The flowers are our loved ones,whose blossoms we have shared,
They clothed and fed and taught us, they showed us that they cared.
And suddenly it seems,they're in the twilight of their years,
As we watch their petals folding,we can't hold back the tears.

But the story is not over,they're only resting for awhile,
And when the dawn arrives,they'll awaken with a smile.
The folding of the petals is not the end, oh no
It's just another step on the journey we must go.

Talk to me Bumble Bee

Talk to Me Bumblebee
Poem by Sandy alias The Rose Petals

Hey Mr. Bumblebee Buzzin' on your way.
You haven't a care as you fly on through the day.

A flower brings you so much joy, And keeps you so happy.
So, tell me what's your secret now, Talk to me Bumblebee.

Talk to me Mr. Bumblebee, Tell me all that you know.
Tell me how you stay aflight, When the summer breezes blow.

Hey Mr. Bumblebee Flyin' through the air.
What's the secret to happiness? Tell me if you dare.

For I am just a poor fool, Whose heart is on the mend
So talk to me bumblebee, 'Cuz I sure need a friend.

A Dead Rose

A Dead Rose
Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.


O Rose! who dares to name thee?
No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet;
But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubble-wheat, -
Kept seven years in a drawer-thy titles shame thee.

The breeze that used to blow thee
Between the hedgerow thorns, and take away
An odour up the lane to last all day, -
If breathing now, - unsweetened would forego thee.

The sun that used to smite thee,
And mix his glory in thy gorgeous urn,
Till beam appeared to bloom, and flower to burn, -
If shining now, - with not a hue would light thee.

The dew that used to wet thee,
And, white first, grow incarnadined, because
It lay upon thee where the crimson was, -
If dropping now, - would darken where it met thee.

The fly that lit upon thee,
To stretch the tendrils of its tiny feet,
Along thy leaf's pure edges, after heat, -
If lighting now, - would coldly overrun thee.

The bee that once did suck thee,
And build thy perfumed ambers up his hive,
And swoon in thee for joy, till scarce alive, -
If passing now, - would blindly overlook thee.

The heart doth recognise thee,
Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet,
Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete, -
Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.

Yes, and the heart doth owe thee
More love, dead rose! than to such roses bold
As Julia wears at dances, smiling cold! -
Lie still upon this heart-which breaks below thee!

Iris has another post with the same image, check that out!

My Birthday Wish....

I'd like to be the sort of friend that
you have been to me;
I'd like to be the help that
you've been always glad to be;

I'd like to mean as much to you
each minute of the day
As you have meant, old friend of mine,
to me along the way.

I'd like to do the big things and
the splendid things for you,
To brush the gray out from your skies
and leave them only blue;

I'd like to say the kindly things that
I so oft have heard,
And feel that I could rouse your soul
the way that mine you've stirred.

I'm wishing at this time that I
could but repay
A portion of the gladness that
you've strewn along my way;

And could I have one wish this year,
this only would it be:
I'd like to be the sort of friend
that you have been to me.

For you..

If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue

If I could build a mountain I would do it just for you,
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity, A place to be alone

If I could take your troubles I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me

I cannot build a mountain, Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there

- Kahlil Gibran -