A Broken Appointment by “THOMAS HARDY”

A Broken Appointment


You did not come, 

And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb,— 

Yet less for loss of your dear presence there 

Than that I thus found lacking in your make 

That high compassion which can overbear 

Reluctance for pure lovingkindness’ sake 

Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum, 

You did not come. 


You love not me, 

And love alone can lend you loyalty; 

–I know and knew it. But, unto the store 

Of human deeds divine in all but name, 

Was it not worth a little hour or more 

To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came 

To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be 

You love not me? 


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वो शील शिले…..

वो शिलशिले ।।।।।।।

ये तो आप के महेरबानी….

ना आप आते…ना वो मुलाक़ातें होती

ना ओ बातें ना वो मिलने की शिलशिला…..

कुछ तो हे ……हाँ कुछ तो हे……..

ना आप मिलते ना ओ शिलशिले आगे बढ़ती …

ना ओ मुलाक़ातें ना ओ मिलने की ख़्वाहिश होती…….

आप आए तो मानो जैसे जिंदेगी ने करवट बदल डाली…….

वो लमहे…वो बीती हुई पल भर की ख़ुशियाँ

जैसे मानो की जन्नत मेरे हाथ में हो…..

क्या पता….अब भी राह देख रहा हूँ………

इंतहा की घड़ी शायद…..आ चुकी हे….

पर अब भी मुझे तलाश हे ठीक उशि पल की….

वो पूल कि उपेर खड़े खड़े पानी में पत्थर फेंकना……

पानी में ख़ुद को शमा लेने की वो एहसास….

वही तो कड़ी थी…जीवन भर की एक अनोखी…

एहसास थी……

क्या पता….अब भी राह देख रहा हूँ………


बाह रे दुनिया बाह बाह….Wah rey Duniya Wah wah

Badal te hue….tum

बदल ते हुए……तुम Kabhi ye bhi lagta tha ki कभी ये भी लगता था कीTum nahi badlo ge chahe duniyaतुम नहि बदलो गे चाहे दुनिया बदल ना जाए

Kyu na badal jaye

क्यूँ ना बदल जाए

Ye bhi dekha ke jab hamey sahurat

ये भी देखा के जब हमें सौहरत

Milta tha wo tumhi the jo

मिलता था वो तुम्हीं थे जो Badh chadh ke tarifon ki barishबढ़ चढ़ के तारीफ़ों के बारिश Bhi kartey the per aaj aisa kyuभी करते थे पर आज ऐसा क्यूँ

Lag raha hey ki wo din aaj kitna badal gaya
लग रहा हे की वो दिन आज कितना बदल गया

o nishan tak

तुम्हारे तो नामो निशान तक
Ajj dekhne ko nahi milta

आज देखने को नहीं मिलताKahin ye
to nahi

कहीं ये जलन तो नहीं
पर यद ग़लत
ng> Per jab soch ta hun पर जब भी सो

Hasi ata hey ke mey toहँसी आता हे के में Ladhta tha ki mey d
t; ड़ता त। की में ख़ुद सेJit sakun p ayad s

जीत सकूँ पर तुम सायद सोच बैठे

Ke hum kahin tumse age na badh jayen

के हम कहीं तुम से आगे ना बढ़ जायें
Wah re Duniya wah wah
बाह रे दुनिया बाह बाह

Teri Andaz ki kya kehna

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Love and Friendship BY “EMILY BRONTE”

Love and Friendship

Love is like the wild rose-briar, 

Friendship like the holly-tree— 

The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms 

But which will bloom most constantly? 


The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, 

Its summer blossoms scent the air; 

Yet wait till winter comes again 

And who will call the wild-briar fair? 


Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now 

And deck thee with the holly’s sheen, 

That when December blights thy brow 

He still may leave thy garland green. 


“I loved you first: but afterwards your love” by: CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

“I loved you first: but afterwards your love”


I loved you first: but afterwards your love

Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song

As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

Which owes the other most? my love was long,


And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;

I loved and guessed at you, you construed me

And loved me for what might or might not be –

Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.


For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’

With separate ‘I’ and ‘thou’ free love has done,

For one is both and both are one in love:

Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’

Both have the strength and both the length thereof,

Both of us, of the love which makes us one.


Tears on tombstones

by Osalam Wosu https://twoedgedpen.wordpress.com

Wreath upon bleeding wreath

Her anguish was spread abroad these stones 

With tears she watered their dying petals

The mortar of the mausoleum 

Interwoven and bound with her sorrows 

Sealed shut and eternally hidden 

 Lies the love of her life. 

Tears upon this alcove 

Was more than she gave 

She takes on the funereal apparel of the abandoned 

With time as hoist she’d draw strength

  from the wells of this bond 

Beyond the times when memories are inexorable

Though they be fond 

And  sanguineness rears its face in the far beyond. 

Each flower spread on the sunbathed lithic base 

Throws ajar the doors to a new phase 

That triumphantly she might waltz in.

Each loss and it’s ensuing mnemonics  

An extra coat of clay upon the perfect mould 

The insculpt that is her life 

Life so easily caressed by death

A rock waved and slapped and wet by the waters of the firth 

Unflinching and sublime 

Battle-bruised and beaten 

Till wounds are bound and healed by time.

She ululates in black by the resting place 

Not that the sun might depone

And upon her back abate his  baneful glow 

Or the wind might stop to blow 

At the dark sigil of which she was clad 

But that the weight she had 

borne; and did bear

Shall flow onto the concrete of these stones 

In the floods of her sorrow tear.