Rest and Be Taken by Adyashanti

When there is deep abundance
there is nowhere to abide.
There is nowhere to rest
or grasp onto
and yet there is rest

The sky abides
yet it never rests.
Neither can we say that
the sky is not always at rest.
We talk about the sky
as if it were something
as if it actually exists -
and yet we cannot say that
the sky does not exist.
The sky is nothing but
coming and going.

Everything is perfectly spontaneous.
The coming and going arise mutually
instantaneously.
If the true I is asleep
you will miss the point entirely
and you will continue to dwell
in the world of opposites.

So see the two as one
and the one as empty
and be liberated
within the world of duality.

At first it seems
as if begoing follows becoming.
But look even closer
and you will see
that there are only
flashes of lightning
illuminating the empty sky.

Life and death
becoming and begoing
are only words.
In order to save your life
you must see that you die
instantaneously
moment to moment
instant to instant.

Now where are you going to abide?
And where are you not abiding already?

Indeed there is nowhere
to rest your head
and there is nothing but rest.
So let go of all ideas
about permanence and impermanence
about cause and effect
and about no cause and no effect.
All such notions are dualistic concepts.

The Truth of what you are
is completely beyond all duality
and all notions of non-duality,
and yet it includes duality
and non-duality alike.
Like an ocean
that is both waves and stillness
and yet un-definable
as waves or stillness.

The truth of being
cannot be grasped by ideas
or experiences.
Both waves and stillness
are the manifest activity
of your own self.
But self cannot be defined
by its activity
nor by its non-activity.
The truth is
all-transcendent
ungraspable, all-inclusive
and closer than your own skin.

A single thought about it
obscures its essence.
The perfume of true life
is right in your nose.
There is nothing you can do
to perceive it
and yet you must do something.
I say:
Rest and be taken.
Rest and be taken.

--Adyashanti, from "My Secret is Silence

Haath uthe hain magar lab pe duaa koii nahiin by Ahemed Farz

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Ahmed Faraz

Haath uthe hain magar lab pe duaa koii nahiin kii ibaadat bhii vo jis kii jazaa koii nahiin [duaa = prayer; jazaa = reward] ye bhii vaqt aanaa thaa ab to gosh har aavaaz hai aur mere barbaad-e-dil men sadaa koii nahiin aa ke ab tasliim kar len tuu nahiin to main sahii kaun maanegaa ke ham men bevafaa koii nahiin vaqt ne vo Khaak udaaii hai ke dil ke dasht se qaafile guzare hain phir bhii naqsh-e-paa koii nahiin [dasht = desert/wildnerness; qaafile = caravans] [naqsh-e-paa = footprints] Khud ko yuu.N mahasuur kar baiThaa huu.N apanii zaat me.n manzile.n chaaro.n taraf hai raastaa ko_ii nahii.n [mahasuur = surrounded; zaat = self/one's personality] kaise raaston se chale aur kis jagah pahunche 'Faraz' yaa hujuum-e-dostaan thaa saath yaa koii nahiin [hujuum = crowd]

barason ke baad dekhaa ik shakhs dilrubaa saa - Ahemad Faraz

barason ke baad dekhaa ik shakhs dilrubaa saa ab zahan men nahiin hai par naam thaa bhalaa saa abaruu khinche khinche se aankhen jhukii jhukii sii baaten rukii rukii sii lahajaa thakaa thakaa saa alfaaz the ke jugnuu aavaaz ke safar men ban jaaye jangalon men jis tarah raastaa saa Khvaabon men Khvaab us ke yaadon men yaad us kii niindon men ghul gayaa ho jaise ke ratjagaa saa pahale bhii log aaye kitane hii zindagii men vo har tarah se lekin auron se thaa judaa saa agalii muhabbaton ne vo naa muraadi yaan diin taazaa rafaaqaton se dil thaa Daraa Daraa saa kuchh ye ke muddaton se ham bhii nahiin the roye kuchh zahar men bujhaa thaa ahabaab kaa dilaasaa phir yuun huaa ke saavan aankhon men aa base the phir yuun huaa ke jaise dil bhii thaa aabalaa saa ab sach kahen to yaaro ham ko Khabar nahiin thii ban jaayegaa qayaamat ik vaaqiaa zaraa saa tevar the berukhii ke andaaz dostii ke vo ajanabii thaa lekin lagataa thaa aashnaa saa ham dasht the ke dariyaa ham zahar the ke amrit naahaq thaa zonum ham ko jab vo nahiin thaa pyaasaa ham ne bhii us ko dekhaa kal shaam ittefaaqan apanaa bhii haal hai ab logo 'Faraz' kaa sa

aise chup hain ke ye manzil bhii kadii ho jaise by Ahemed Faraz

aise chup hain ke ye manzil bhii kadii ho jaise teraa milanaa bhii judaaii ki ghadii ho jaise apane hii saaye se har gaam laraz jaataa huun raaste men koii diivaar khadii ho jaise manzilen duur bhii hain manzilen nazadiik bhii hain apane hii paaon men zanjiir padii ho jaise kitane naadaan hain tere bhulane vaale ke tujhe yaad karane ke liye umr padii ho jaise aaj dil khol ke roye hain to yuun Khush hai 'Faraz' chand lamhon kii ye raahat bhii badii ho jaise

Aashiqii be-dilii se mushkil hai -Ahemad Faraz

Aashiqii be-dilii se mushkil hai phir muhabbat usii se mushkil hai ishq aagaaz hii se mushkil hai sabr karanaa abhii se mushkil hai ham ?? aasaan hain aur hamaare liye dushmanii dostii se mushkil hai jis ko sab be-vafaa samajhate hon bevafaaii usii se mushkil hai ek do duusare se sahel na jaan har koii har kisii se mushkil hai [sahel=approachable] tuu baa-zid hai to jaa 'Faraz' magar vaapasii us galii se mushkil hai

juz tere koii bhii din raat na jaane mere -Ahemad Farz

juz tere koii bhii din raat na jaane mere tuu kahaan hai magar ai dost puraane mere [juz=except] tuu bhii Khushbuu hai magar meraa tajassus bekaar barq-e-aavaaraa kii maanind Thikhaane mere shamaa ki lau thii ke vo tuu thaa magar hijr kii raat der tak rotaa rahaa koii sirhaane mere [sirhaane=bed-side] Khalq kii bekhabarii hai ke merii rusavaaii log mujh ko hii sunaate hain fasaane mere lut ke bhii khush huun ke ashkon se bharaa hai daaman dekh gaaratgare dil ye bhii Khazaane mere aaj ik aur baras biit gayaa us ke baair jis ke hote hue hote the zamaane mere kaash tuu bhii merii aavaaz sunataa ho phir pukaara hai tujhe dil kii sadaa ne mere kaash tuu bhii kabhii aajaaye masiihaaii ko log aate hain bahut dil ko dukhaane mere kaash auron kii tarah main bhii kah sakataa baat sun lii hai merii aaj khudaa ne mere tuu hai kis haal men ai zuud faraamosh mere mujh ko to chhiin liyaa ahad-e-vafaa ne mere chaaraagar yuun to bahut hain magar ai jaan-e-'Faraz' juz tere aur koii Gam na jaane mere

You Say You Love by John Keats

I
You say you love ; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth-
O love me truly!

II
You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid 's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember.
O love me truly!

III
You say you love but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses,
More than coral in the sea
They never pout for kisses
O love me truly!

IV
You say you love ; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth,
It is like a statue's dead
While mine to passion burneth
O love me truly!

V
O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should bum me,
Squeeze as lovers should O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me!
O love me truly! 

Siraj Lucknawi

Samajhaa thaa main mujhe kisii qaabil banaa diyaa

ye kyaa kiyaa ki dard ko phir dil banaa diyaa
Gam ne tagaiyuraat ke qaabil banaa diyaa 
jo dard apanii had se badhaa dil banaa diyaa
itane mugaalate diye ummiid-o-biim ne 
saahil ko mauj mauj ko saahil banaa diyaa
itanii kadii nigaah se dekhaa na kiijiye 
har rishta-e-nazar ko rag-e-dil banaa diyaa
ye kyaa banaane vaale tere jii men aa gaya 
bijali banaa rahaa thaa magar dil banaa diyaa
har zarraa rahguzar kaa to hiiraa nahiin 'Siraj' 
jis men salaahiyat thii use dil banaa diyaa

[muGaalate=illusions; ummiid-o-biim=hope and disappointment] [kadii=stern; rag-e-dil=nerve of the heart][saahil=shore][taGaiyuraat=change][zarraa=speck of dust; rahaguzar=path; salaahiyat=qualified]

Gift & Choice

Cleverness is a gift, kindness is a choice. Gifts are easy -- they're given after all. Choices can be hard. You can seduce yourself with your gifts if you're not careful, and if you do, it'll probably be to the detriment of your choices. - Jeff Bezos 

Her Anxiety by William Butler Yeats

Earth in beauty dressed Awaits returning spring. All true love must die, Alter at the best Into some lesser thing. Prove that I lie. Such body lovers have, Such exacting breath, That they touch or sigh. Every touch they give, Love is nearer death. Prove that I lie.

Don't Go Far Off by Pablo Neruda

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being -by Pablo Neruda

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.--by Pablo Neruda

And because love battles by Pablo Neruda

And because love battles not only in its burning agricultures but also in the mouth of men and women, I will finish off by taking the path away to those who between my chest and your fragrance want to interpose their obscure plant. About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you. I lived in the prairies before I got to know you and I did not wait love but I was laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose. What more can they tell you? I am neither good nor bad but a man, and they will then associate the danger of my life, which you know and which with your passion you shared. And good, this danger is danger of love, of complete love for all life, for all lives, and if this love brings us the death and the prisons, I am sure that your big eyes, as when I kiss them, will then close with pride, into double pride, love, with your pride and my pride. But to my ears they will come before to wear down the tour of the sweet and hard love which binds us, and they will say: “The one you love, is not a woman for you, Why do you love her? I think you could find one more beautiful, more serious, more deep, more other, you understand me, look how she’s light, and what a head she has, and look at how she dresses, and etcetera and etcetera”. And I in these lines say: Like this I want you, love, love, Like this I love you, as you dress and how your hair lifts up and how your mouth smiles, light as the water of the spring upon the pure stones, Like this I love you, beloved. To bread I do not ask to teach me but only not to lack during every day of life. I don’t know anything about light, from where it comes nor where it goes, I only want the light to light up, I do not ask to the night explanations, I wait for it and it envelops me, And so you, bread and light And shadow are. You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like this I need you, Like this I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments. Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth like if it had been made by our lips like a kiss which falls from our invincible heights to show the fire and the tenderness of a true love.

IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son! 

All that is gold does not glitter by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

ASK ME NO MORE by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
Ask me no more.

Ask me no more: what answer should I give?
I love not hollow cheek or faded eye:
Yet, O my friend, I will not have thee die!
Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live;
Ask me no more.

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:
I strove against the stream and all in vain:
Let the great river take me to the main:
No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;
Ask me no more. 

A Character By William Wordsworth

I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so many strange contrasts in one human face: There's thought and no thought, and there's paleness and bloom And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom. There's weakness, and strength both redundant and vain; Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain Could pierce through a temper that's soft to disease, Would be rational peace--a philosopher's ease. There's indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds, And attention full ten times as much as there needs; Pride where there's no envy, there's so much of joy; And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy. There's freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she's there, There's virtue, the title it surely may claim, Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name. This picture from nature may seem to depart, Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart; And I for five centuries right gladly would be Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.

A Complaint by William Wordsworth

There is a change--and I am poor; Your love hath been, nor long ago, A fountain at my fond heart's door, Whose only business was to flow; And flow it did; not taking heed Of its own bounty, or my need. What happy moments did I count! Blest was I then all bliss above! Now, for that consecrated fount Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, What have I? Shall I dare to tell? A comfortless and hidden well. A well of love--it may be deep-- I trust it is,--and never dry: What matter? If the waters sleep In silence and obscurity. --Such change, and at the very door Of my fond heart, hath made me poor.

भीतर जागा दाता / अज्ञेय

मतियाया
सागर लहराया।
तरंग की पंखयुक्त वीणा पर
पवन से भर उमंग से गाया।
फेन-झालरदार मखमली चादर पर मचलती
किरण-अपसराएँ भारहीन पैरों से थिरकीं-
जल पर आलते की छाप छोड़ पल-पल बदलती।
दूर धुँधला किनारा
झूम-झूम आया डगमगाया किया।
मेरे भीतर जागा
दाता
बोला:
लो यह सागर मैंने तुम्हें दिया।

हरियाली बिछ गयी तराई पर
घाटी की पगडण्डी
लजाई और ओट हुई-
पर चंचला रह न सकी फिर उझकी और झाँक गयी।
छरहरे पेड़ की नयी रंगीली फुनगी
आकाश के भाल पर जय-तिलक आँक गयी।
गेहूँ की हरी बालियों में से
कभी राई की उजली कभी सरसों की पाली फूल-ज्योत्स्ना दिप गयी
कभी लाली पोस्ते की सहसा चौंका गयी-
कभी लघु नीलिमा तीसी की चमकी और छिप गयी।
मेरे भीतर फिर जागा
दाता
और मैंने फिर नीरव संकल्प किया:
लो यह हरी-भरी धरती-यह सवत्सा कामधेनु-मैंने तुम्हें दी
आकाश भी तुम्हें दिया
यह बौर यह अंकुर ये रंग ये फूल ये कोंपलें
ये दूधिया कनी से भरी बालियाँ
ये मैंने तुम्हें दीं।
आँकी-बाँकी रेखा यह
मेड़ों पर छाग-छौने ये किलोलते
यह तलैया गलियारा यह
सरसों के जोड़े मौन खड़े पर तोलते-
यह रूप जो केवल मैंने देखा है
यह अनुभव अद्वितीय जो केवल मैंने जिया
सब तुम्हें दिया।
एक स्मृति से मन पूत हो आया।
एक श्रद्धा से आहुत प्राणों ने गाया।
एक प्यार की ज्वार दुर्निवार बढ़ आया।
मैं डूबा नहीं उमड़ा-उतराया
फिर भीतर
दाता खिल आया।
हँसा हँस कर तुम्हें बुलाया:
लो यह स्मृति यह श्रद्धा यह हँसी
यह आहूत स्पर्श-पूत भाव
यह मैं यह तुम यह खिलना
यह ज्वार यह प्लवन
यह प्यार यह अडूब उमड़ना-
सब तुम्हें दिया।
सब
तुम्हें
दिया

मुझको भी तरकीब सिखा यार जुलाहे - Gulzar

अकसर तुझको देखा है कि ताना बुनते

जब कोइ तागा टुट गया या खत्म हुआ
फिर से बांध के
और सिरा कोई जोड़ के उसमे
आगे बुनने लगते हो
तेरे इस ताने में लेकिन
इक भी गांठ गिराह बुन्तर की
देख नहीं सकता कोई

मैनें तो ईक बार बुना था एक ही रिश्ता
लेकिन उसकी सारी गिराहे
साफ नजर आती हैं मेरे यार जुलाहे

The Song of the Free - Swami Vivekananda

The wounded snake its hood unfurls,
The flame stirred up doth blaze,
The desert air resounds the calls
Of heart-struck lion's rage.

The cloud puts forth it deluge strength
When lightning cleaves its breast,
When the soul is stirred to its in most depth
Great ones unfold their best.

Let eyes grow dim and heart grow faint,
And friendship fail and love betray,
Let Fate its hundred horrors send,
And clotted darkness block the way.

All nature wear one angry frown,
To crush you out - still know, my soul,
You are Divine. March on and on,
Nor right nor left but to the goal.

Nor angel I, nor man, nor brute,
Nor body, mind, nor he nor she,
The books do stop in wonder mute
To tell my nature; I am He.

Before the sun, the moon, the earth,
Before the stars or comets free,
Before e'en time has had its birth,
I was, I am, and I will be.

The beauteous earth, the glorious sun,
The calm sweet moon, the spangled sky,
Causation's law do make them run;
They live in bonds, in bonds they die.

And mind its mantle dreamy net
Cast o'er them all and holds them fast.
In warp and woof of thought are set,
Earth, hells, and heavens, or worst or best.

Know these are but the outer crust -
All space and time, all effect, cause.
I am beyond all sense, all thoughts,
The witness of the universe.

Not two nor many, 'tis but one,
And thus in me all me's I have;
I cannot hate, I cannot shun
Myself from me, I can but love.

From dreams awake, from bonds be free,
Be not afraid. This mystery,
My shadow, cannot frighten me,
Know once for all that I am He.

- written in 1895

दिन कुछ ऐसे गुजारता है कोई - गुलजार

दिन कुछ ऐसे गुजारता है कोई
जैसे एहसान उतारता है कोई

आईना देख के तसल्ली हुई
हम को इस घर में जानता है कोई

पक गया है शजर पे फल शायद
फिर से पत्थर उछालता है कोई

फिर नजर में लहू के छींटे हैं
तुम को शायद मुघालता है कोई

देर से गूँजतें हैं सन्नाटे
जैसे हम को पुकारता है कोई ।

इतने ऊँचे उठो - द्वारिका प्रसाद महेश्वरी (Dwarika Prasad Maheshwari)

इतने ऊँचे उठो कि जितना उठा गगन है।
देखो इस सारी दुनिया को एक दृष्टि से
सिंचित करो धरा, समता की भाव वृष्टि से
जाति भेद की, धर्म-वेश की
काले गोरे रंग-द्वेष की
ज्वालाओं से जलते जग में
इतने शीतल बहो कि जितना मलय पवन है॥

नये हाथ से, वर्तमान का रूप सँवारो
नयी तूलिका से चित्रों के रंग उभारो
नये राग को नूतन स्वर दो
भाषा को नूतन अक्षर दो
युग की नयी मूर्ति-रचना में
इतने मौलिक बनो कि जितना स्वयं सृजन है॥

लो अतीत से उतना ही जितना पोषक है
जीर्ण-शीर्ण का मोह मृत्यु का ही द्योतक है
तोड़ो बन्धन, रुके न चिंतन
गति, जीवन का सत्य चिरन्तन
धारा के शाश्वत प्रवाह में
इतने गतिमय बनो कि जितना परिवर्तन है।

चाह रहे हम इस धरती को स्वर्ग बनाना
अगर कहीं हो स्वर्ग, उसे धरती पर लाना
सूरज, चाँद, चाँदनी, तारे
सब हैं प्रतिपल साथ हमारे
दो कुरूप को रूप सलोना
इतने सुन्दर बनो कि जितना आकर्षण है॥

मोको कहां ढूढे रे बन्दे - कबीर (Kabir)

मोको कहां ढूढे रे बन्दे

मैं तो तेरे पास में

ना तीर्थ मे ना मूर्त में
ना एकान्त निवास में
ना मंदिर में ना मस्जिद में
ना काबे कैलास में

मैं तो तेरे पास में बन्दे
मैं तो तेरे पास में

ना मैं जप में ना मैं तप में
ना मैं बरत उपास में
ना मैं किर्या कर्म में रहता
नहिं जोग सन्यास में
नहिं प्राण में नहिं पिंड में
ना ब्रह्याण्ड आकाश में
ना मैं प्रकति प्रवार गुफा में
नहिं स्वांसों की स्वांस में

खोजि होए तुरत मिल जाउं
इक पल की तालाश में
कहत कबीर सुनो भई साधो
मैं तो हूँ विश्वास में

Where the mind is without fear - Rabindranath Tagore

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high

Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

मकान - कैफी आजमी (Kaifi Azmi)

आज की रात बहुत गरम हवा चलती है
आज की रात न फुटपाथ पे नींद आयेगी ।
सब उठो, मैं भी उठूँ, तुम भी उठो, तुम भी उठो
कोई खिड़की इसी दीवार में खुल जायेगी ।

ये जमीन तब भी निगल लेने पे आमादा थी
पाँव जब टूटी शाखों से उतारे हम ने ।
इन मकानों को खबर है ना मकीनों को खबर
उन दिनों की जो गुफाओ मे गुजारे हम ने ।

हाथ ढलते गये सांचे में तो थकते कैसे
नक्श के बाद नये नक्श निखारे हम ने ।
कि ये दीवार बुलंद, और बुलंद, और बुलंद,
बाम-ओ-दर और जरा, और सँवारा हम ने ।

आँधियाँ तोड़ लिया करती थी शामों की लौं
जड़ दिये इस लिये बिजली के सितारे हम ने ।
बन गया कसर तो पहरे पे कोई बैठ गया
सो रहे खाक पे हम शोरिश-ऐ-तामिर लिये ।

अपनी नस-नस में लिये मेहनत-ऐ-पेयाम की थकान
बंद आंखों में इसी कसर की तसवीर लिये ।
दिन पिघलाता है इसी तरह सारों पर अब तक
रात आंखों में खटकतीं है स्याह तीर लिये ।

आज की रात बहुत गरम हवा चलती है
आज की रात न फुटपाथ पे नींद आयेगी ।
सब उठो, मैं भी उठूँ, तुम भी उठो, तुम भी उठो
कोई खिड़की इसी दीवार में खुल जायेगी ।

YOU'LL LOVE ME YET by Robert Browning

You'll love me yet!--and I can tarry
Your love's protracted growing;
June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry
From seeds of April's sowing.
I plant a heartful now: some seed
At least is sure to strike,
And yield--what you'll not pluck indeed,
Not love, but, may be, like.
You'll look at least on love's remains,
A grave's one violet:
Your look?--that pays a thousand pains.
What's death? You'll love me yet!

WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by Robert Frost

Lovers, forget your love,
And listen to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Per chance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.

THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

Longing by Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me.

Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come now, and let me dream it truth.
And part my hair, and kiss my brow,
And say My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again.
For then the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.

IF I WERE TO FALL IN LOVE by Ed Walter

If I were to fall in love,
It would have to be with you.
Your eyes, your smile,
The way you laugh,
The things you say and do.
Take me to the places,
My heart never knew.
So, if I were to fall in love,
It would have to be with you.
If I were to give my heart,
It would have to be to you,
For you bring things into my life,
So beautiful and new.
Love, so soft and warm beside me,
That I know it’s true,
If I were to give my heart,
It would have to be to you.
I was looking for an answer.
I was looking for a way.
To keep the magic that you bring,
To each and every day.
To live our lives together,
As only lovers do.
It started with a feeling,
And every day it grew,
So, when I knew I was in love,
It had to be with you.

LOVE by Amanda Norton

Love is something that is not easily explained
No one word can express it
And no one person feels the same about it
It’s waking up in the morning wanting to be with that one person
And going to bed feeling the same way
It’s knowing that you want to spend the rest of your life with him
And it's a feeling so great that no matter what anyone says will never be taken away
It’s crying every night when the one you love doesn’t love you back
It’s feeling that pain in your heart when you lose that one person.
But to just hear those three little words come from his mouth
And actually know he means it
That’s the best feeling in the world
To know that someone loves you for you
And wants to be with you forever
Love is hard to find, and even harder to keep
It takes time and effort to keep it going
But you don’t mind because you would do anything in the world to keep it
It’s knowing that when you come home you’ll have someone to share your day with
It’s that last conversation of the night before you fall asleep
He’s the first one you want when you wake up
The only thing that’s on your mind all day, every day
It's knowing that someone’s always there for you to cry on
Someone’s always there for you to talk to about anything
And won’t judge you for that
It’s the person you feel the most comfortable with in the world
And to know that you have that
That you share that special bond with one other person
That’s the best feeling in the world.
But when you lose that feeling
When you lose the only thing that ever mattered to you
It seems like life has no purpose, no point at all
You feel like you could just curl up and die
That nothing or no one else matters to you
And the only thing that you’ve ever wanted is now gone
And you will do anything to get him back,
Because he’s worth it
You’ll try and try until one day you realize
That things will never be the same again.
Your love is still there, deep inside of you
So you try your best to just be friends,
And it works for a while
But the feelings are still there
And no matter how hard you try friend will never be good enough
So you want to forget about him, but that’s even harder
There’s too many memories, to many good times to just forget
And no matter what you do, he’s always there
Everywhere you look, everything you do, every place you go,
Every song you hear, every guy you see
Reminds you of him
And you hope some day you’ll be back together
But until then there’s nothing you can do
But sit and cry, to go through that pain when he talks about
Another girl he likes, or how good his life is going
And that pain breaks your heart day after day
Tear after tear, until you have no mores tears to cry
Until you just get used to that hole in your heart that won’t go away,
That pain that never leaves you
That lonely feeling that stays with you forever
And you may have other guys, but nothing or no one could ever compare, and you know that.

Love by Ash Bradley

Sometimes hidden, other times known. 
Often true, perhaps not. 
Sometimes feels like fire, other times not felt at all. 
Can be cold as cyan sadness, or hot as crimson passion. 
Perhaps today, possibly never. 

Love. 

Can be love at first sight, or built over time. 
Can be revealed, or kept secret. 
May be returned, or turned down. 

Love. 

Cannot be exclaimed by keeping to thyself, 
Cannot be expressed by saying simple words of the mind, 
The only way is by saying words from the heart. 

Love. 

Felt by the heart, not by the mind. 
Cannot be explained or defined. 
How can it be professed? 
The answer lies in thy own heart. 
The only way to find it 
Is by looking for it thyself. 

ALL I SEE IS YOU by Kelly Lobdell

I remember us,
the way we used to be,
I'd hold you in my arms,
your smile so sweet to me,

But now when I see you,
you look right through me,
I feel so alone now,
but when I close my eyes...

...All I see is you.

The love we used to share,
gone up in whirl winds,
will I ever love,
or ever live again,

I am tired of crying,
and I am done trying,
To remember all about you,
but when I close my eyes...

...All I see is you.

All the love I am sending,
the memories I won't sell,
I know there must be an ending,
to the story I will tell,

I dream only of your love,
and happiness in life,
I try not to think of you,
but when I close my eyes...

..All I see is you.

I WOULD STILL HAVE YOU by Julie Rutter

You were there
you were gone so quickly 
I became attached
In love.. Yes, I was. 

It will never be patched
the feelings seem gone to you
for me, they linger 
and pop out of the blue
they stick and won't go away.

I dont have a way to express them 
so I hide them every day
I wish I could rewind my life 
back to that moment.

I would do everything different
and maybe now I wouldn't have this dent
and maybe... just maybe... 
I would still have you.