Days Gone by...

Came across a poem by Alfred Tennyson, wanted to share with you all..

"The Princess":



Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

Elysium

what if.. I was to live in my own world
how different will it be from now?
A land, which would be quite like the middle earth
peaceful, like the shire

I quite hope , that Hogwarts would feature in it too
that magic would find an everyday regularity
where believeing in yourself and your love,
would still be the strongest magic of all..

it would be quite alright
to start dancing in the middle of the night
or just whenever, wherever we feel like
to laugh out loud and clap our hands in delight

adventures during every summer break
Santa Claus visiting on every christmas eve
secret passages to lost treasures
and despite all.. a "happily ever after" for all!

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:-)

Lost

just like a pricey posession of mine
i hold on to all happiness i can find
i weave my dreams around it
foolish dreams of having it forever as mine

the joy makes me giddy
and i loosen the grip a little
i want it to spread around
for everyone to know, what will forever be mine

my laugh sounds musical
i am twirling around
having found what everyone keeps looking for
then next instant i lost, that which was to be forever mine

silently i keep searching
trying to hold on to it
but it is nowhere to be found
now it wont ever be mine

Morpheus

Withering wisps of trivialities
enticing games of make-believe
in diminished realities
are, unseen memmories
endless conversations,
in the silence...
of the sleepy slumber.
no boundaries exist,
beneath the myriad colours
but a playground of memories

reflections perceptions askew
revelations realised
awaiting at dawn, for dusk..
in the dark towers of sand
i bid you to my world..

Mirage

"Silences"

Distraught in silences
Enclosed in muffled screams
I live in a void...
shouting, just to be seen

Struggling through the conversation
learning to listen..
sounds i cannot hear
I make up the words..

Aching pain, numbs me
makes me feel restless
I give in to the darkness
stifling the cries

Scentences wither away
midway
losing their sense
mumblings, rumblings

My lips part... and then... nothing.

Mundane

losing myself in inches..
in the everyday regularity
escaping the last second
to relive it again

continual routine
variant in degrees, too miniscule
i am no longer unique,
existing day-in and day-out

clashin inside everyday
the two minds
one which wants to change
and the one who does not

i am reaching out
but am not yet there
the comfort in being mundane
seems more promising

fighting in this battle
to salvage my soul
hoping to be reborn
breaking the chains of lethargy