thank you so much

Times I have been stubborn, curious and anxious without any direction to go
I stood on the crossroads every time to try all
Never found a straight path or guide to direct me home
Realization was a stranger to me

I tried, experimented and tested what all people pursue
Failed in being contented
Traversed and became a vagabond
Strange characters indulged me and I divulged

Joined the crowd to walk along however stood out as alien
Then lurked and antagonized Obnoxious
I thrashed what came acrossThought came to clean up the mess I created

Looking at the mirror I saw me degenerate
Knocked all doors who wanted papers
Came across another crossroad to choose and asked the taxidriver to guide me
insteadHe took me to a tunnel and asked if I want to through this dark phase

Withstood all escapism I let go through the tunnel
Saw a faint light approaching as we were hurdling
Wanted to capture it Then came the moment I was in it

A formless being drew me to traverse the road ahead
As a child unaware I followed Lightening flashed and I held tight to meWoke up with it and found myself

Penned all my moments never to perish
I fell in love with the child I hadStill the eternal child goes trampling
Now I am here and want all to join me.

1)..Lying on his deathbed, a loving husband was wavering between life and death when he thought he smelled chocolate chip cookies baking. They were his very favourite, so he dragged himself out of bed, crawled to the kitchen and was just reaching up to take a cookie off the plate when his wife slapped his hand with a spatula.

"Don't touch!" she commanded. "They're for the funeral."

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2)..A little boy ,After being shouted at by his mom (sitting sadly)
Dad asked : What happened son ?
Kid : Dad ,I can't handle your wife anymore ! I want my own wife

I am glad you liked it.... pablo is my favorite..... Thanks for appreciating it...

And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.

About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.

I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.

What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.

And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.

But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.

And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.

To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.

You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.

Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.

poem by pablo neruda

And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.

About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.

I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.

What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.

And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.

But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.

And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.

To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.

You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.

Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.

poem by pablo neruda

great poem... its so deep and profound..is it written by you!!!

being pretty is no crime but being judgmental is for sure.. we all don a gown of being so different from the rest all. what we see is always a right angle, at the same time the person standing opposite and looking at us.. from his side the angle is a right angle.. its all abt looking and understanding the other persons prospective without being judgmental..same applies to u and same goes for the wannabe seekers.... rest what ever they are looking or wanting is a different subject matter can be explained as well

I am an absolute new to this forum, but not so new in this world.. still feeling like a stranger here its been four days i have opened account still no friends... do not know how to proceed further..

Due to certain changes in my life, i have been separated from ma family hence looking for some decent friends who can be my friend and explore for future possibilities...