poetry

In a room with many windowssome thoughts slide past uncatchable, ghostly.

And so I told him how living in Japan would give him a leisure no mere tourist has, to know the rhythms of the place, a land of tiny poems.

The Quiet WorldIn an effort to get people to lookinto each other__ eyes more,and also to appease the mutes,the government has decidedto allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day.When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup.I am adjusting well to the new way.Late at night, I call my long distance lover, I only used fifty-nine today. When she doesn__ respond,I know she__ used up all her words, thirty-two and a third times.After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.

Everyone lives by selling something.

Foreign places yield more to one who is himself worth meeting.

Kabhi tere shehar se guzarein toh parr lena inney,Maine hawaon pe apne kuch safarname likhe hain..

The horses have stoppedtheir clippity-clop,but feet are too slowfor where I must go.So here I shall stayuntil light of daywhen clippity-clopgets my team underway.

To use the term 'clerk' as an insult is simply a banal vulgarity; Pessoa and Svevo, however would have welcomed it as a just attribute of the poet. The latter does not resemble Achilles or Diomedes, ranting on their war-chariots, but is more like Ulysses, who knows that he is no one. He manifests himself in this revelation of impersonality that conceals him in the prolixity of things, as travelling erases the traveller in the confused murmur of the street.

Everyone calls him BlockheadNo one sings his praisesOr takes him to heart...That is the kind of personI want to be

Kindness went out to play all on a summer's day. With her about many smiles came out and joined in sweet array.Sara Loo, "Mother Goose Move Over or you're gonna love poetry

From heart to hearta heartbeat staggers, looking for a haven.Bereft. It is easier to enter heaventhan to pass through each others' eyes

Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.

It is perhaps, its ability to penetrate the multidimensional layers of the human condition at all, that makes poetry and art so valuable in today's modern age.

No matter who__ looking at you, love, honesty, and kindness will always make you beautiful!

It is raining in my heart.Humanity is shedding a tear.I asked, __ho is suffering?__s it my mother?Silence.No answer.Everyone has a mother,And she always suffers.Why as a child do we let our mothers suffer?I could not get an answer.

Home is_ Where the heart wants to dwell, Where the mind wants to dance, Where the air is always pleasant, And where love is always abundant.

Change like a treeWhen it is winterDon__ complain or fearJust wait for the spring To bloom and sing

To get lost, all you need is poetry.