Posts tagged ‘Handwritten’

Tum Nahi…

Sab Kuch Mere Saath Hai Magar,
Tum Nahi…
Wohi Din Wohi Raat Hai Magar,
Tum Nahi…
Wohi Sham Ka Dhalta Suraj,
Wohi Tut Te Sitaare,
Phir Tanha Meri Raat Hai Magar,
Tum Nahi…
Pyaar Ke Jis Mode Pe Saath Chode Gaye,
Khade Aaj Ussi Mode Pe Hai Magar,
Tum Nahi…
Badhti Betaabi Ye Bekashi Aur Meri Ye Tanhai,
Labon Pe Sirf Teri Baat Hai Magar,
Tum Nahi…
Woh Waqt Jo Guzraa Tha Tere Hum Raah Kabhi,
Ruke Wahi Lamhaat Hain Magar,
Tum Nahi…
Tum Nahi…
Tum Nahi…

tum nahi

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i was replaced….

She said she loved once
She said she loved twice
She said she loved thrice
She said she loved many times

we had a great relationship
but today we are apart,
she married to someone whom,
she dint knew since start

but today when you ask her,
whom does she think of all her day,
she would say it very proudly,
the one whom she is married today.

once i thought love was for all,
but now i think love is just fuck all,

those where days when in our hearts
eachothers names were placed,
my heart still have that name,
in her heart my name have been replaced….

I’m Sorry……

I’m sorry for the times you cried,
and the loneliness you felt inside.

I’m sorry for the way things were,
and the selfishness that you endured.

I’m sorry for the nights we lost,
and the deep pain it must have cost.

I’m sorry for the love you missed,
losing you helped me realize this.

I’m sorry I wasn’t the man you deserved,
this has been the hardest lesson learned.

I’m sorry I wasn’t there to show,
the deepest love you’ll ever know.

I’m sorry for the empty days,
and the stresses that you still yet pay.

I’m sorry for the way I left,
I’ve never felt so much regret.

I’m sorry for the heart I broke,
that shattered with the words I spoke.

I’m sorry for the empty space,
that laid beside you in my place.

I’m sorry for the empty arms,
you fell into when times were hard.

I’m sorry for the days that passed,
Our love now will surely last.

I’m sorry it took so long to show,
would love you forever that’s what i know.

I Would have So Far Gone

You keep me chained up.
You keep me locked in.
You don’t even care that I’m hurting.
I can’t wait for the day that I can make my escape.
I wanna turn my back on this mess and run away.
I don’t even want to see your face again.
I’m serious this time.
I’ve had more than enough.
I take it over and over, but not this time.
It won’t be long.
I’ll spread my wings.
I won’t even say goodbye;
I’ll just fly.
I’ll no longer hide.
I’m gonna find me,
with no help from you
and those hurtful words
you use so frequently
as if they’re nothing;
as if I’m nothing.
If you want me gone,
you’ll recieve your wish, in time.
I promise this.
I’ll be so far gone you won’t even remember me and for once,
I’ll be happy.
A very beautiful poetry written by Joie, a 15-year-old girl who loves writing poetry.

When we share laughter………

When we share laughter,
There’s twice the fun;
When we share success,
We surpass what we’ve done.

When we share problems,
There’s half the pain;
When we share tears,
A rainbow follows rain.

When we share dreams,
They become more real;
When we share secrets,
It’s our hearts we reveal.

If we share a smile,
Then our love shows;
If we share a hug,
Then our love grows.

If we share with someone
On whom we depend,
That person becomes
Family or friend.

And what draws us closer
And makes us all care,
Is not what we have,
But the things that we share.

You asked me when do i think of you……

When I Open My Eyes

To See The Sun Rise

I Think Of You.


When I Hear A Robin Sing

On The First Day Of Spring

I Think Of You.


When I See A Red Rose

On The Bush Where It Grows

I Think Of You.


When I Feel The Summer Heat

On The Sand Beneath My Feet

I Think Of You.


When I Sit On A Beach

Another World Just Out Of Reach

I Think Of You.


When I See The Colored Leaves

Fall To The Ground From A Light Breeze

I Think Of You.


When I Look To The Night Sky

And See The Sparkle Like In Your Eyes

I Think Of You.


When The Snow Is Coming Down

To Softly Blanket The Ground

I Think Of You.


When I Go To Bed At Night

As I Turn Out The Light

I Think Of You.


When Im Old And Near Death

And I Draw My Last Breath

I ll Think Of You. .

Crabby Old Man…………… Truth of Life

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Missouri ..

The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based
on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you’re looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . ‘I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . . . . the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . .. . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman’s beside me . . . . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I’ve known.

I’m now an old man . . . . . and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man .. . . Look closer . . . see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet

an older person who you might brush aside

without looking at the young soul within.

We will all, one day, be there, too!