Sometime it's hard for me
To tell you -
What I am thinking of?
It's not enough to give you,
Everything that you were dreaming of.
And it's not that I don't care,
But there's something I can't share.
I tried to find,
What was right?
When you standing so close to me,
I felt such electricity!
That make me so damn sure,
That you are the one,
Who has changed my life,
Just being a part of it.
And I never thought,
That love could came so easily.
Till you opened up my eyes.
To how it's supposed to be.
When I'm feeling all alone,
When my life gets crazy,
When I'm searching for someone
I can run to, the only one -
Who comforts me is 'you'.
And only god above
Could be the one,
To know exactly -
How I Feel!!

The bowl that floats on the ocean, can only the waters crown,
The sieve that tastes the waters, in the ocean will drown
The philosopher who describes love and truth is but an empty crown
The Saint who embraces truth and love will gladly drown.

She's a dream girl,
A mermaid in my life.
She's have many thing
Which is difficult to define.
Her smile like an ankle bells,
When I saw her -
I recollect my childhood fairytale.
Her hair is a dark black cloud,
Her eyes are two fire flame,
Her voice shows the tune of baby,
She is so soft, like petals with snow,
She is one of the lovely girl, yes! I know.
Her walk is like a wave,
Her cheeks are two musical bells,
She's an enchantress charming girl,
Always brightening like a splendid pearl.
She's my dream, my love,
She is none but a cute little dove.

If tears could water the fields of life
And sadness were a song
I would cry for the gods to hear
And heaven won't keep you long

If love could cause the world to fall
And passion to raise the sea
I would kiss the clouds and close my eyes
And heaven would set you free

No goodbye nor one farewell
A sign to say you're gone
Before I knew it your soul was lost
But forever you'll be my one

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
(Last week in someone's place we saw
A dozen eyeballs on the floor.)
They sit and stare and stare and sit
Until they're hypnotised by it,
Until they're absolutely drunk
With all that shocking ghastly junk.
Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,
They don't climb out the window sill,
They never fight or kick or punch,
They leave you free to cook the lunch
And wash the dishes in the sink --
But did you ever stop to think,
To wonder just exactly what
This does to your beloved tot?
IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!
IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!
IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!
IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND
HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND
A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND!
HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE!
HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE!
HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES!
'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say,
'But if we take the set away,
What shall we do to entertain
Our darling children? Please explain!'
We'll answer this by asking you,
'What used the darling ones to do?
'How used they keep themselves contented
Before this monster was invented?'
Have you forgotten? Don't you know?
We'll say it very loud and slow:
THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ,
AND READ and READ, and then proceed
To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks!
One half their lives was reading books!
The nursery shelves held books galore!
Books cluttered up the nursery floor!
And in the bedroom, by the bed,
More books were waiting to be read!
Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales
Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales
And treasure isles, and distant shores
Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars,
And pirates wearing purple pants,
And sailing ships and elephants,
And cannibals crouching 'round the pot,
Stirring away at something hot.
(It smells so good, what can it be?
Good gracious, it's Penelope.)
The younger ones had Beatrix Potter
With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter,
And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland,
And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and-
Just How The Camel Got His Hump,
And How the Monkey Lost His Rump,
And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul,
There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole-
Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
Then fill the shelves with lots of books,
Ignoring all the dirty looks,
The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,
And children hitting you with sticks-
Fear not, because we promise you
That, in about a week or two
Of having nothing else to do,
They'll now begin to feel the need
Of having something to read.
And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy!
You watch the slowly growing joy
That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen
They'll wonder what they'd ever seen
In that ridiculous machine,
That nauseating, foul, unclean,
Repulsive television screen!
And later, each and every kid
Will love you more for what you did.

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

Wedding Poems