[ShArArTi MuNdA]

I was hoping the words would just fall into place
Leaving us with the truth, no time to waste
But the more I thought the worst it got
You’ve screwed me up, like it or not

My memories of you are dark and grey
But these thoughts will always stay
The feeling of pain you gave me is here
I know you’re sorry but I’m still full of fear

I was pleading that time would make things right
That maybe this feeling will be gone tonight
But as time went on the truth revealed
It’s you who hurt me, I haven’t healed.

 

[momal ali]

very nyc

 

[ShArArTi MuNdA]

Thanks

 

[naila.rubab]

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, nad soul's deivery
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,.
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
one short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be not more; Death, thou shalt die.

JOHN DONNE

 

[ShArArTi MuNdA]

nice one naila jee

 

[naila.rubab]

thanks g,

 

[ShArArTi MuNdA]

my pleasure

 

[naila.rubab]

It came up to the brim of eye,
But then it somewhere disappeared.
In depth it lives, in depth does lie,
So Solemnly, silently it neared
That no gushing sound was heard.
No force was there for it to stop,
To stop it there was not a word
And so it reached up to the top:
A small speck---silent, slithering.
Just cannot think whereit has gone.
It could have gone on the wind's wing
To moisten wind that dry was born.
The other possibility is---
It adorned someone's fingertips!

 

[A L i]

very nice thread

 

[ShArArTi MuNdA]

Originally Posted by naila.rubab

It came up to the brim of eye,
But then it somewhere disappeared.
In depth it lives, in depth does lie,
So Solemnly, silently it neared
That no gushing sound was heard.
No force was there for it to stop,
To stop it there was not a word
And so it reached up to the top:
A small speck---silent, slithering.
Just cannot think whereit has gone.
It could have gone on the wind's wing
To moisten wind that dry was born.
The other possibility is---
It adorned someone's fingertips!

nice one naila