By The Side Of The Grave Some Years After

LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat
But benefits, his gift, we trace–
Expressed in every eye we meet
Round this dear Vale, his native place. 

To stately Hall and Cottage rude
Flowed from his life what still they hold,
Light pleasures, every day, renewed;
And blessings half a century old.

Oh true of heart, of spirit gay,
Thy faults, where not already gone
From memory, prolong their stay
For charity’s sweet sake alone.

Such solace find we for our loss;
And what beyond this thought we crave 
Comes in the promise from the Cross,
Shining upon thy happy grave. 

 

– William Wordsworth

I have faith in nights

You darkness, that I come from,
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,
for the fire makes
a circle of light for everyone,
and then no one outside learns of you.

But the darkness pulls in everything:
shapes and fires, animals and myself,
how easily it gathers them! –
powers and people –

and it is possible a great energy
is moving near me.

I have faith in nights.

Love : Sorrow or Shame?

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous.

How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

Beggars : A Poem

She had a tall man’s height or more;
Her face from summer’s noontide heat
No bonnet shaded, but she wore
A mantle, to her very feet
Descending with a graceful flow,
And on her head a cap as white as new-fallen snow.

Her skin was of Egyptian brown:
Haughty, as if her eye had seen
Its own light to a distance thrown,
She towered, fit person for a Queen 
To lead those ancient Amazonian files;
Or ruling Bandit’s wife among the Grecian isles.

Advancing, forth she stretched her hand
And begged an alms with doleful plea
That ceased not; on our English land
Such woes, I knew, could never be;
And yet a boon I gave her, for the creature
Was beautiful to see-a weed of glorious feature.

I left her, and pursued my way;
And soon before me did espy 
A pair of little Boys at play,
Chasing a crimson butterfly;
The taller followed with his hat in hand,
Wreathed round with yellow flowers the gayest of the land.

The other wore a rimless crown
With leaves of laurel stuck about;
And, while both followed up and down,
Each whooping with a merry shout,
In their fraternal features I could trace
Unquestionable lines of that wild Suppliant’s face. 

Yet ‘they’, so blithe of heart, seemed fit
For finest tasks of earth or air:
Wings let them have, and they might flit
Precursors to Aurora’s car,
Scattering fresh flowers; though happier far, I ween,
To hunt their fluttering game o’er rock and level green.

They dart across my path-but lo,
Each ready with a plaintive whine!
Said I, ‘not half an hour ago
Your Mother has had alms of mine.’ 
‘That cannot be,’ one answered-‘she is dead:’-
I looked reproof-they saw-but neither hung his head.

‘She has been dead, Sir, many a day.’-
‘Hush, boys! you’re telling me a lie;
It was your Mother, as I say!’
And, in the twinkling of an eye,
‘Come! Come!’ cried one, and without more ado,
Off to some other play the joyous Vagrants flew! 

– William Wordsworth

A Complaint :

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. 

 

– William Wordsworth

Oath of Mankind : Urge to Society

This is civilized society, everyone here is literate, everyone is safe, everyone owns Morals.

We generally mark our society by these above words. But is it true?

Inventors like Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Dhirubhai Ambani our our respected real life stars. Because they have given us some valuable machines and Services even great ideas.

Something is missing, wiz. none of these given us Morals to build a healthy society, Happy society, safe society.

“Women”, Most beautiful creature of god who is the base of our life, by whom we exists in this world has been missed by us.

Although it’s human nature to use and through we are doing it similiarly with “women” of our society.

Come on, she is a doing a commendable job for our society in various roles like a mother, a wife, a sister, your love.

And we still taking her as cellphones – when it’s new it’s good and gradually looses our interest as time.

If really we owns a few moral, Let’s take an oath to make this societ safe and secure for your Mother Wife, Sister, Lover & for that “Women”

An Oath for Mankind

Come Away, Come Away, Death

Come away, come away, death,
    And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fly away, fly away, breath;
    I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
             O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
         Did share it.

 

Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
    On my black coffin let there be strown.
Not a friend, not a friend greet
    My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
             Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
             To weep there!
 
 
– William Shakespeare

The Sun Has Long Been Set

The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and trees;

There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,
And a far-off wind that rushes,
And a sound of water that gushes,
And the cuckoo’s sovereign cry
Fills all the hollow of the sky.

Who would go “parading”
In London, “and masquerading,”
On such a night of June
With that beautiful soft half-moon,

And all these innocent bliss’s?
On such a night as this is!

-William Wordsworth

The Blind at Your Doorstep

The Blind at Your Doorstep.

Bare walk risen up!

There are many times we have to do something

yet we does it with full passion and aggression

but a phase arrives where our passion and aggression falls at a aggressive rate due to not getting what we expected=
Reason

We are lack of patience, We Quits it just where we are about to get it.

Life is a Game; More you Play, that more you learns – i always follows this golden rule.

Before starting any game there is a phase of training- which makes us capable of understanding and facing the challenges in journey of anything –

The Phase of Success

  • Journey starts at a great note
  • Steadily fall after startup
  • Freeze land phase for a file
  • Accelerate through freeze land to rise up!
  • Got what we expected
  • Stabilization of getting what; expected what

To make a beautiful picture, the negative film need a darkroomWhen we are in darkness; it is to make our picture more beautiful

Fall down is a part of process of completion of job to make it 100% error free.

Because, Without a bare walk; you can’t analyze the condition of the way, you’re are walking on.