📍It was long ago, In time and space, Where the night of my life…
Did take place…
The woman I loved, In tender rapture we Were entwined…
In my mind, For eternity, To all else the world…
I was blind, Our bodies and souls, With just one mind..
We fell asleep, till late that night, To me, the world Was never so right..
I’ll remember that night,Till the day I die…
And maybe longer, If God does comply, Those sweet hours, Far too few…
The ultimate ecstasy I ever knew….


123.Body and Soul _ Ivor G Davies

As I was walking down a road,Engrossed in thought that day.
I never even heard the car,That took my life away.
It ran my body over,While I just stood and stared.
To die today I hadn’t planned,And I was not prepared.
I looked about, for I had heard,A tunnel should appear,For me to walk into the light,Now free from all my fear.
But I wasn’t any different,I did not grow my wings.
Horns didn’t spring out from my head,I checked for all these things.
So what was I supposed to do,I couldn’t just stand there?
So I went to see my body,Was it broke beyond repair?
It was then I saw the silver cord,A shiny slender thread.
It joined my solar plexus,To the ‘me’ that lay there dead.
Then I thought I saw ‘me’ moving.In that instant things went black.
And I found myself now lying,At the roadside on my back.
It’s been some time, and now I’m well,A memory of the past,But I’ll not forget the moment,That I thought had been my last.
Though torn out from my body,I remained myself, and whole.
In that moment I discovered,My life-force was in my soul.
My death taught me a lesson,As only ‘dying’ does.
But I wonder where I’d be today,Had that car been a bus!!!

122. I Wish I could _ Hiral N.

I Wish I could check my heart beats…
I Wish I could perceive my Future…
I Wish I could control myself from climbing the cliff…
I Wish I could measure the depth of the sea…
I Wish I could tell my breath that I have to walk without the fragrance of its Place…
I Wish I could evaluate all the blue tides…
I Wish I could instruct my heart that now you have departed from my Way…
I Wish I could tell the stars that I am one among them, wide awake through out the night…
I Wish I could stop dreaming roses and its pricks…
I Wish I could tell the Sun to send some soothing ray in this winter day…
I Wish I could fly above and above ,never to return here any more…
I Wish I could dive very deep into the chilled water, to get relieve from the summer heat…
I Wish I could stop listening the whisper of my throb…
I Wish I could really overcome all these…⚜

121.Song of Myself (1892) _ WALT WHITMAN

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy…

120.*The Mirror* _ (Edmund Burke 1729-1797, Irish Philosopher)

I look in the mirror
And what do I see
A strange looking person
That cannot be me.

For, I am much younger
And not nearly so fat
As that face in the mirror
I am looking at.

Oh, where are the mirrors
That I used to know
Like the ones which were
Made thirty years ago

Now all things have changed
And I’m sure you’ll agree
Mirrors are not as good
As they used to be.

So never be concerned,
If wrinkles/ extra flab appear
For one thing I’ve learned
Which is very clear,

Should your complexion
Be less than perfection,
It is really the mirror
That needs correction….

119. Never Enough _ unknown

Sometimes I know the words to say to give thanks for all you’ve done,
but then they fly up and away as quickly as they come.

How could I possibly thank you enough, the one who makes me whole,
the one to whom I owe my life, the forming of my soul?

The one who tucked me in at night, the one who stopped my crying,
the one who was the expert at picking up when I was lying.

The one who saw me off to school and spent sad days alone,
yet magically produced a smile as soon as I came home.

The one who makes such sacrifices to always put me first,
who lets me test my broken wings, in spite of how it hurts.

Who paints the world a rainbow when it’s filled with broken dreams,
who explains it all so clearly when nothing is what it seems.

Are there really any words for this? I find this question tough.
Anything I want to say just doesn’t seem enough.

What way is there to thank you for your heart, your sweat, your tears,
for ten thousand things you’ve done for oh so many years.

For changing with me as I changed, accepting all my flaws,
not loving ’cause you had to, but loving just because.

For never giving up on me when your wits had reached its end,
for always being proud of me, for being my best friend.

And so I come to realize, the only way to say,
the only thank you that’s enough is clear in just one way.

Look at me before you see what I’ve become.
Do you see yourself in me, the job that you have done?

All your hopes and all your dreams, the strength that no one sees,
a transfer over many years, your best was to pass me.

Thank you for the gifts you give, for everything you do,
but thank you, Mommy, most of all for making dreams come true….