tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66774828621148633302024-03-05T02:45:43.019-08:00Catching unborn memoriesIt is better to be a has been than a never was...catching unborn memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700597056591491873noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677482862114863330.post-74315979644147001112011-11-13T19:38:00.001-08:002011-11-13T19:53:05.540-08:00Last Hours<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Vowed all vows forgotten</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Your heart sits strongly against me</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Not as your laughter</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Chuckled down the clear vale stream</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The merest joys are gone waving farewell</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My dear, my heart is too deep to heal</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As everything is dripping away sadly,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Let me tell what I have to tell-a word of love</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Kindly let me shake hands with you,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Not out of jealousy, but to touch your</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">melting hands</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Before shadows hold you back</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">At least to sow some hopes</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And turn back to me at last-</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Only to be my illusion and delusion.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">photo credit-google</span></div>catching unborn memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07700597056591491873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6677482862114863330.post-65496892294397548612011-11-13T04:38:00.001-08:002011-11-13T05:09:27.542-08:00Those Youthful Days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGKriCS_BLI4mbM5-X0wAnF5JJeEc44S1VKlY_g2QtuVhQ1NxPBMfCxSSw6-U6VPIbRnsvjcdtVKyb7PfHS1BNsIX7lfTd2F__DL3h4eDV_XBfkXh8ZL9KRwvIQGhg8OySStG3wW8W4F1/s1600/Sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCGKriCS_BLI4mbM5-X0wAnF5JJeEc44S1VKlY_g2QtuVhQ1NxPBMfCxSSw6-U6VPIbRnsvjcdtVKyb7PfHS1BNsIX7lfTd2F__DL3h4eDV_XBfkXh8ZL9KRwvIQGhg8OySStG3wW8W4F1/s320/Sunset.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Sorrowful tears linger as i think of those days</span></strong><strong><span style="color: #20124d;"><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Flashes of fear arises as death draws nigh</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">I try to cast aside those incidents</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Yet it clings at heart as an accident.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">I recall when i fell short of things off and on</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">To get a coin, it was so hard</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Then i felt irate for it was not enough</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Perhaps I had never grasped their mess.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">It was a ritual in juicy season</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Lads yearn for flowers to sprout</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Restlessly plucking those strawberries and haws</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">We vied who could collect more.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Then those school hours</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">And I remember no good little captains</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Children they cowed at leisure</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">It seemed naught could alter their disposition.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Every so often I got school late</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Then with my friends </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">We had lunch in the way</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">And began our boundless mischief.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">On the way home walnut play was our best loved</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Children they stone at anything they come across</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">And we fought over small matters</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Possibly I was one among them who did no good.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Saturday was our running day</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Yet a joyful day which I often wish</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Sent home early we relished in the jungle</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">We either chased birds or collected mushrooms.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">At one time with my pal I enjoyed the chat</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">How we had a great time together</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Talking what is afore us-the thrill and the misery</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">And we dreamed of good wife and life.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Now I bid farewell to those childhood days</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Days forever gone, memory intact in my heart</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Feeling gushes down, not a minute peace</span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="color: #20124d;">Our existence is just a mixture of joys and sorrows.</span></strong><br />
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By Ngajay Tshering.Photo source:google<br />
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I lie flat on the ground<br />
To sun myself in quest for words on nature<br />
From a side I am surprised <br />
For boldly here a strand of grass grows<br />
Bewitched by a strand of grass<br />
To look it is as firm as sword<br />
To touch it is as soft as fair ladies<br />
Glittering in the sun <br />
It speaks much of the unknown-<br />
Cruelty of human on nature:<br />
A school boy spits on it<br />
Washes his unpolished shoes over<br />
Where dews hangs losely<br />
Words and wonders fill my leaves<br />
So I vow to carry its words<br />
To my fellow school friends<br />
Who dont know<br />
I make friend with grass<br />
There it lies happily for whole days<br />
Even grass has a voice<br />
Save, my friends, but my green friends.<br />
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