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मंगलवार, 15 जुलाई 2014

COULD A LITTLE GLEAM BE ALL THAT IT WOULD SEEM






"Could a Little Gleam Be All That It Would Seem"

Please give me a little shimmer
for one whose lights
gone dimmer.
Could a little gleam
be all that it
would seem?

I, myself a bit artful
shall enjoy
a sprinkle of sparkle.
To set the mood just right
throw off a ray
of light.

The warmth from a candle's glow
shall have more softness
burning low.

Allow its radiance to be steady,
for it has flickered
enough already!

Remember, it was the light
from a special star
that the wise men
followed far.
 

                                        Sandy Wyllie

गुरुवार, 10 जुलाई 2014

ARE YOU THERE


I've been trying to get you to see me.
Not coming in too clear.
Wanting you to retrieve me
if you dare.
Waiting for you to receieve me.
But you're not aware.
The lonely girl sitting next to you is me.
Are you there?

I might as well be faceless.
Your eyes, a blank stare.
Maybe I'm a bit graceless.
I don't well fare.
All my thoughts, are they baseless?
I'm the lonely girl sitting in an empty chair.
Can't feel this body, must be weightless.
Are you there?

My lips are moving.
Words are streamers floating in the air.
Maybe you're not approving
what I'm trying to share.
I feel like I should be removing
this lonely body off the chair.
Nothings ever improving.
Are you there?



 

रविवार, 6 जुलाई 2014

NO MORE ULTIMATUMS!


No more ultimatums!
No more do or dies.
When you're straight with the questions
Iess often you get lies.
   
You don't have all the answers.
You're not the only one who tries.
Be a little introspective.
That's the way of the wise!
   
It takes some reasoning
and a whole lot of compromise.
When you're level-headed and grounded
there's no need to dramatize.
   
A fool rushes to conclusions.
The wise man wonders why.

I THINK THIS IS WHAT IS CALLED GROWING






So set in your ways.
It doesn't bring you comfort.
You're feeling the malaise.

It's what happens when you're rigid.The discord shall make you fidget.

Try being malleable and pliable;
it's much more reliable!
 
Stubborn and so stuck,
saying "what the ****".
 
If you learn to bend
much you will amend.
 
You've things too neatly arranged.
It doesn't bode with change.
 
And change WILL come no matter
and cause your plans to scatter!
 
One must learn to adapt
and touch upon what's untapped.
 
I think this is what is called growing,
when it's the "old ways" one is forgoing.



शनिवार, 5 जुलाई 2014

SHE'S A DREAMER






All her life she's been searching
for something.


But ended up lost, left
with nothing.


She's just a dreamer;
she can't face reality.


She always comes up with these plans.


She's  a schemer.That's what life is with a dreamer.


It's just her mentality.
Her head is in the clouds.


She's just a dreamer.


There is no voice of reason.
She only wants you to believe her.


Waiting for the big break
she can't see the right way
that so much is at stake.

You tried to set her on a course
of some action.


But you ended up flat,
and got no satisfaction.


She was caught up her reverie.
Like the blind
she couldn't see.


Now you've come to realize
the futility,
that she's just a dreamer.


There is no feasibility!

Her head is in the clouds.
She's just a dreamer.


There is no voice of reason.
She only wants you to believe her.


Waiting for the big break
she can't see the right way
that so much is at stake.

I wouldn't advise falling in love
with a dreamer.


She'll suck you dry,
put you through the reamer.
She'll convince you
it's her calling.


You'll spend a life with one whose
only stalling!

Her head is in the clouds.
She's just a dreamer.
There is no voice of reason.
She only wants you to believe her.
Waiting for the big break
she can't see the right way
that so much is at stake.










शुक्रवार, 4 जुलाई 2014

HESITATING LOVE

Pacing like an animal
in a restricted cage,
trying to control
what has already been inflamed.
Somewhere deep inside you still
is a burning rage.
Bothered by the notion
that someone here is to blame.
You carry all the shame, all of the shame.

So afraid you're hesitating love.
Never are you certain
what exactly its made of.
Turning away from
what it stirred up inside.
Something got awaken
that you thought already died, already died.

Still you had the courage
to take the chance.
You're haunted by a memory
that has put you in this circumstance.
Any slight reverberation
and you're ready to pounce.
Holding to fury, don't give an ounce,
don't give an ounce.

So afraid you're hesitating love.
Never are you certain
what exactly its made of.
Turning away from
what it stirred up inside.
Something got awaken
that you thought already died, already died.
 
                   - By Sandra Wyllie


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गुरुवार, 3 जुलाई 2014

SHACKLES OF MIND


Neither ahead, nor behind;
All shackles,
I have created in mind.

Like a clean slate,
Never I meet a mate,
 
Anger , anguish
Jealousy and hate
Prejudice and pride
Are in  my mind.
 
Neither ahead,
Nor behind.
All right and wrong
is in my mind.
 
I am cleaning
Purity I am feeling.
 
In relationship and
in the world  out;
 
I now know
I cannot live against
But with the life’s flow.
though very slow


I care my words,
Mind more they may not over blow.
Now I am patient and tolerant
More loving and affectionate
 
I love humans,
birds and animals alike,
As I loved in youth
My  fancy bike.
 
Now I believe  
Neither ahead, nor behind,
All shackles,
I have created in my mind.

 

 
 

 

TO YOURSELF

You want your freedom so desperately.
There's no place in your heart for anyone else.
Though I will admit there is some chemistry,
I won't be some trophy collecting dust on the shelf.

Never felt so alone, so alone.
I'm always by myself.
You won't commit; you want to be on your own.
Maybe it's time to leave you to yourself.

You might say I'm faceless, no one knows of me.
You never bring me around.
When you talk you're saying "I" instead of "we".
It kind of makes me feel really down.

Never felt so alone, so alone.
I'm always by myself.
You won't commit; you want to be on your own.
Maybe it's time to leave you to yourself.

Have I been stupid all along?
We only fought when we were together.
I should have known it would never last that long,
that you would blow me away just like a feather.
                                                        


Never felt so alone, so alone.
I'm always by myself.
You won't commit; you want to be on your own.
Maybe it's time to leave you to yourself.




बुधवार, 2 जुलाई 2014

Mom and Dad


Mom and Dad

 

Parents are visible God
God is invisible parents.

 

When I came in this world;
Young, helpless to defend myself.

 

My mom, grand mom and elders
Helped me to grow
Always taught me respect elders,
Respect Almighty with a bow.

 

Dad earned, I learned and yearned
Mom with daily chores, 
cooking  food, washing clothes  felt deadly burned.

 

But I never felt the heat of their will 
They always crushed their sweet wishes to fulfill,
But always care to save me from worldly ills.

 

Sent me to school,
Whereas they never saw the temple of learning.
Sacrified their youth for me and for my earning 
 

My mom, my aunt, my grand ma are my first teacher,
Dad taught to be honest , upright and creator 
 

As my knowledge through education and learning
Went on increasing 

I with my behaviour and words with them 
went on decreasing 

 

 

Never thought my MBA is their favour
That in my life added all the flavour 

My mom and dad are very dear to me
Every day and night I yearn to see  
 

When my children came into the world,
And they treated as I treated my mom and dad.

 

I felt the unexpressed anguish and  pain
I analysed, in life , 
what I lost,what I gain 

Then I realized my mom and dad’s pain.
Tears welled up my cheeks like a rain.

 

I wrote a letter to my pa
I am your son and will mend the behaviour and words
That I could not tolerate from my own wards.

 

Pa and Ma though old and frail
Wished me “ Be happy and be blessed.
We will pray to Almighty 
New heights in life,  you should scale.”

                         - by P.K.Keshap
 

तुम कहती हो कि मैं दुनिया छोड दूँ तेरे लिए 
क्या करूँ एक और है जो मेरे बिना खाना नहीं खाती ।  हर रात मेरी राह  देखती है।
बह है मेरी माँ  उसका पलु थाम कर मुझे दुनिया से  डर नहीं लगता है।  तुम भी चाहिए बह भी।  है तुम हिम बताओ में करूँ।  सोचो तुम मेरे जगह हो तो क्या करती।  सही सलाह के लिए इंतज़ार है। 

LOVE

To my friend,we might not see things eye to eye.
But lets not have time pass us by.
There's so much we share
please be aware of
the love.

To my friend,
Too much wasted time
like a thief can rob you blind.
Leave the past behind,
and you will find
the love.
 

To my friend,
I'm sorry if I did something wrong.
I wrote it here in this song.
Now everyone will agree.
and I'm sure they all will see
the love.

To my friend,
life is too short to go on
avenging some sort of a wrong.
Let us repair
what we had already there
the love.


                      - By Sandra Wylie

 

मंगलवार, 1 जुलाई 2014

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF BABY

Just believe in yourself, baby.
You wonder who you are.
I see you as a rising star.

Maybe I'm a dreamer
but I know this much is true
just believe in yourself
and you'll come shining through.

What does it matter what people think?
Look at all the disbelievers.

It's sad to say,
but they'll never find their way.

They don't know wrong from right.
Insecurity leads them to spite.

And who are they really hurting?

Only themselves; it's true.
But if you believe in yourself
then you'll come shining through.
 

Just believe in yourself, baby.
You wonder who you are.
I see you as a rising star.
Maybe I'm a dreamer
but I know this much is true

Just believe in yourself

and you'll come shining through.

                     - Sandra Wylie

सोमवार, 30 जून 2014

IT'S NEVER TOO LATE

For Jim with love........

Through all your bad breaks
and heartaches
only on yourself were you relying.

Now the years are spent.
Who knows where they went.
Your losses leave you crying.

It's never too late.
I'll wait.

Don't give up trying.
I'll be there for you;
I'll support what you do.
Don't give up trying.

You never realized all your dreams
and now it seems

That those dreams are dying.
Don't be afraid to wake them up!
You can make them up
with just a little more applying.

It's never too late.
I'll wait.

Don't give up trying.
I'll be there for you;
I'll support what you do.
Don't give up trying.

What's this you're too old?
So I've been told.

What are you implying?
You can start over again
any time when
you stop denying.

It's never too late.
I'll wait.

Don't give up trying.
I'll be there for you;
I'll support what you do.
Don't give up trying.
                  - Sandra Wylie USA

रविवार, 29 जून 2014

OF FAITH, NOT A WHIM

I am not afraid this time
of taking chances.

Like the mighty oak tree
I extend to you my branches.
And you are not afraid
of going out on a limb.
You climb up these branches,
on faith, not a whim.
We have risen to the heavens
in answer to this calling,
and clung to our beliefs.
Neither one of us is falling!
So build us a nest,
and settle us right in.
We won't be bowled over
by any north wind.
We built this on faith
and not on a whim!


                        by Sandra Wyllie

SELF-FAITH

A bird was sitting on a weak branch of tree, told the grandpa to his grand-daughter. It did not fear despite knowing that the weak branch of the tree will break. Tell me why?

The young grand put the finger into mouth, raised the eyes and childishly replied : The bird knew the branch will not break with its weight.

Grandpa laughed. No my little soul, the bird believed in its wings and always felt : my wings are stronger and I will fly when this WEAK branch will break.

Grand daughter looked in awe with wide spread eyes.

Grandpa further advised: Little young lovely child : Believe in your wings and no weak branch any tree can make you fear.

The young little soul nodded in affirmative. YES, YES, YES, I will build stronger wings through learning and education grandpa.

                                                   - by Prof P.K.Keshap

शनिवार, 28 जून 2014

THE STAIN

You grew up as a stain,
a blotch that spread
and couldn't self-contain.

Whereas purity lies
in the heart,
yours was broken
from the start.

Dirtied and laundered,
still soiled
in fearful disdain
you recoiled.

Loves wounds
unseen
can never be
washed away clean!

You've lived life
trying so hard to scour
when deep inside
you have not of the power.

And doesn't it bring
you such pain
To always be wearing
THE STAIN


                  - by Sandra Wyllie

 

INNER CHILD

"Inner Child"

Please release him;
let him show.
He's hiding behind
the wall of shame
he's come to know.

Don't deny him
his pain
he's carried with him
all these years.
It still remains.

Hold him in your arms.
To him be true.
After all
he's growing up
inside of you.

Show him compassion
Give him praise.
Maybe he'll succumb
with these
gentler ways.

So he's unruly,
and he's a bit wild.
But to love yourself
you must first love him,
your inner child.


                     - Sandra Wyllie

 

THESE THINGS

We can't erase these things
that have been done.
Long before we started
when it had begun.


We bring these things with us
wherever we go.
They're so much apart of us;
we keep them well in tow.

These things from the past
hurt more even now.
We don't know when it's happening
or for that matter even how.

But we are affected
by what we grew up in.
We've been disrespected.
We grew up in sin.

I'm trying to undo
the damage these things have done.
If we don't get help with this,
then these things have won!

We both have come so far
from what we were back when.
These things can't change
who we are.
Let us stand up to them, then!

                           - Sandra Wyllie

 

DON'T MAKE IT OWN YOU



If you hold onto the hurt you suffer inside
the pain you keep shall never subside.
You're forsaking a heart that's been breaking.

You lived your life in sterile control.
How does that not damage one's soul?
You're aching from a heart that's been breaking.

You need to release all of the pain.
By holding on, you've nothing to gain.
Don't make it own you.
Don't suffer alone too.

It's hard when the damage is done
to go back to where it begun.
                            - Sandra Wyllie
I'm waking a heart that's been breaking.

It's going to be hell that I pay.
But I won't let you push me away.
I'm taking a heart that's been breaking.

You need to release all of the pain.
By holding on, you've nothing to gain.
Don't make it own you.
Don't suffer alone too.

IT DIDN'T START WITH ME

It didn't start with me.
It happened long ago.
Why couldn't we see?
We just never let it go.

We can't go on
clinging to our past.
It's all over now.
It didn't last.

Give me one more chance
to make things right.
A lesson learned
prevents another fight.

It didn't start with me.
But I guess I took it on.
I couldn't free
the demons that held strong.

We can't go on
clinging to our past.
It's all over now.
It didn't last.
Give me one more chance
to make things right.
A lesson learned
prevents another fight.

It didn't start with me.
But I share the same shame.
We both agree
neither one of us is to blame.

We can't go on
clinging to our past.
It's all over now.
It didn't last.
Give me one more chance
to make things right.
A lesson learned
prevents another fight.


                  by Sandra Wyllie

 

LET IT HAPPEN TO YOU

Let lips part
to wear a smile.
Not be fraught in words
that run a mile.

Let eyes open wide
in pure delight.
Don't see the view
with narrow sight.

Let arms succumb
for an embrace.
Why stay stationary
in one place?

Let your mind drift
inside of a dream,
instead of being orderly
in the same regime.

Let your heart float
totally unaware,
instead of holding onto it
so afraid that it shall tear.

Let it happen to you
this mystery of life.
Don't allow it to be common!
It's far more than rife.
                       - by Sandra Wyllie

 

A HEART IN FULL BLOOM



Some people are so sadly mistaken.
They don't see a heart
that is breaking
as one that's alive, one fully waken!
 
There is nothing alive in a heart that is closed;
Life only exists in one completely exposed.
And even in sorrow and even in pain
a hearts capacity to love shall never thee wane.


For a broken heart has even more room,
It's petals are spread; it's a rose in full bloom!
 
You see that's what makes a heart real.
It has weeped, it has bled; it has learned how to feel.
 
                     - by Sandra Wyllie