A dream lost?

They dreamt of a utopia 

A perfect heaven

Where birds chirped free

And gulls danced with glee

Where a tear, if dropped

Was caught by many hands

Where a lonely heart, if sighed

Where a child in pain, if cried

Was given a piece of time

To hear out all the grief

and put every mind at peace

 

They envisioned a life

Where hands joined

To lift up what had fallen

To retrieve what was stolen

Where faith was

The one, the only language

And patience the only law

The emotions, genuine and raw

Where they all sang one tune

and danced in this blessed boon

 

Yet what they thought

They didn’t get it all

But whatever is quite whole?

And broken as they are

They still call

The hope that comes and spawns

Inspiration that sparks, clings on

And so they vow and ascend

To see it till the end

They limp, they tumble

They get up and walk again

Never letting go ‘coz

They had dreamt of a utopia

And dreams can never be

Lost, given up

Dreams can never be set free..

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Well if you haven’t already guessed, I wrote this one specially for the upcoming ‘Independance Day’ whose glory has been sadly fading more each day

But Long Live PAKISTAN

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Antarctica

While surfing Google images to find an image that would literally speak for a post of mine I came across a picture which was in turn associated to a blog post with a lovely poem….I am pasting here that poem and picture as is….mentioning the source ofcourse

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 www.oaea-ne.net/

 The New England Chapter
of
The Old Antarctic Explorers Association

 

 

“In the bottom of the planet lies
an enchanted continent…
like a pale sleeping princess.
Sinister and beautiful,
she lies in her frozen slumber,
with amethysts and emeralds of ice,
her dreams iridescent ice halos
around the sun and moon,
her horizons painted with pastel shades
of pink, gold, green, and blue.
Such is Antarctica,
luring land of ever-lasting mystery.”

Rear Admiral Richard E. Byrd,
writing in the National Geographic

 

It’s in the eyes

It’s in the eyes, if you can see

The storms of rage

The streak of pain

The silence of agony

Or the pleas in vain

 

It’s in the eyes, if you can see

The twinkle of mirth

The bubbling of wit

The flash of intelligence

Or laughter to their credit

 

It’s in the eyes if you can see

The high of victory

The low of defeat

The hope of tomorrow

Or the fear of a mistake’s repeat

 

It’s in the eyes, if you can see

The halo of good

The aura of evil

The glaze of modesty

Or the boldness of unethical

 

It’s in the eyes, if you can see

The tear for a loss

The yearning for love

The exultation of nearness

Or the void of nothingness

 

It’s in the eyes, it’s in the eyes

If you can see

What the glassy sheen of them

Tells thee

The stories, words never told

Deep secrets they silently unfold

They smile, they cry

Seldom do they lie

And every look tells a tale

It talks to you, it talks to me

It’s in the eyes, if you can see

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Uhh….I dedicate it to anyone who likes to see into the reflections of the soul and find the real being there

Picture is from Deviantart by zummi

 

Find a friend in friends

 

This poem I dedicate to all of us who look for quality in acquaintances because we believe in making friends for life, ones who’ll stand by us in good times and bad and ones to whom we would say, as they say in the sound track of F.R.I.E.N.D.S:

“……………..I’ll be there for yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!”

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I shake your hand and smile

Thinking all the while

Not every clasp is that of a friend

Not every smile is always meant

People come and people go

sometimes they just want to know

if stopping a while is worth their time

would they be under the light in lime

Are you that rich or famous

or the one with beauty and glamour

seldom do they stop and wonder

what you think what you ponder

in many faces that you don

which one you want to keep on

sometimes its your charm

sometimes your clout

often that’s what being friends is all about

Then often I sit and condemn

People with such fake aura around them

Until I lift my head up and feel

Sorry for their no good spiel

It’s their loss that they can’t see

What a strong support I can be

What depths we could explore

Look for little fun and have some more

So as I shake your hand, I think

Is that firmness in your grip that I feel

Is that warmth in your smile that I see

Is this a bond that is really meant

Meant to be that of a friend?