The Way I See You
Asha



You are.......

     like the pearl resting in an oyster
          like the rainbow beaming in the sky
               like the smile spilling from a baby's lips
           like the seedling growing out of land
          like the fresh air atop the mountains
                  like the clear water gushing down a river
            like the love filled in a mother's heart
                like the first rays of sun kissing the land

               This is the way I see you...................


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Daffodils -- by William Wordsworth
Asha


This image reminded me of William Wordsworth's lovely poem 'Daffodil'.. Wonder if this is anything close to what he saw or imagined while writing it... I love that poem and hence I'm mentioning it here so that you too can enjoy it... 




I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 
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Inexpressible Love
Asha

                                                   

My love for thee can be expressed
Neither through words nor by actions
Thinking of it makes me feel depressed
'Cos my love is different from those in fictions

I ponder, should I tell you or shouldn't I
Not knowing what to do, I'm in a fix
On telling you, I'm sure I'll have to cry
But silence makes me feel like its a jinx

My feelings are buried deep in my heart
Now my heart  is haunted like a graveyard
My love for you is passion, its a feeling, its an art
I try to suppress it but that is so hard

Love doesn't heed if I ask it to go away
Instead it tells me this something every moment
It wouldn't go before it makes me pay
Not even before you know of this and comment

Have you ever felt the way I feel?
Oh! even if you have, you wouldn't tell me
It's a wound in my heart that wouldn't heal
Unless I tell you how much I love thee!!
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Being Poor
Asha


Too many places I have been
And lots of people I have seen
A few are rich and rest are poor
The rich make merry while the poor always worry

Though I want to help the poor
They think I'm not any better
The rich can, I'm sure, help the poor
But that kind among them are rare I fear

My gift to the poor is through my deed
But that is not what they need
Money is what they want for feed
But do I have any money growing seed?

The rich lead a lavish life
Oblivious to the poor man's strife
They often wish to live to eat
While the starving poor has no retreat

Not all the rich are not the same
For some are rich only by name
With welfare of the poor deep in their heart
And that keeps them from the rest apart

And that's why I really don't mind being poor!!!
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