GOOD EVENING
Please forward this EXTRACT QUOTE. Tq.
Monday 31 December 2018
Sunday 30 December 2018
Saturday 29 December 2018
Friday 28 December 2018
YES, MY SEARCH FOR A HEAVEN ENDS WHEN YOU ARE AROUND!
Yes, you are whiter than the most precious pearls,
You are brighter than than the most shining silver,
You are softer than the mouth watering butter,
You are silkier than the Royal garden's richest Rose petals!
Yes, you are surer than surety,
You are purer than Purity,
You are newer than novelty,
You are rarer than rarity!
Yes, your heart is a haven of hilarity,
Your love is lovelier than loyalty!
Peace pours profusely on me in your vicinity,
Oh! Bliss blesses me with your blissful Beauty!
Yes, happiness abounds with your magical touch,
When you are around, for a Heaven soon ends my search!
N.B. This poem has been composed at the request of my brother in law.
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 28.12.18
Thursday 27 December 2018
Wednesday 26 December 2018
A CHRISTMAS PLEDGE (2)!
GOOD MORNING. Hope, u will enjoy my Christmas pledge two. Tq.
Please forward this Christmas pledge two. Tq.
Tuesday 25 December 2018
A CHRISTMAS PLEDGE!
A CHRISTMAS PLEDGE!
Let's distribute, on Christmas, the sweets of Joy and Merriment,
Let's, like Jesus Christ, serve and pay by virtue of Atonement,
For the blunders, crimes and sins of the whole humanity,
Let's rejoice on sacrificing, as well as revel on selfless magnanimity!
Let's hate the harmful Baits of Malice, Envy and Hatred,
Let's think and cultivate the thoughts noble and sacred,
Let's not follow the paths foul, dangerous and Red,
Let's not deceive the Innocent, or snatch the poor's bread!
Let's all pray in the Mass in a devout, sincere Chorus,
To make our World-Family pure, peaceful and prosperous,
To spread Love, Brotherhood and harmony,
To recite the Carol of Universal Unit symphony!
Then only can we be Jesus' true and worthy offspring,
And can deserve to be liberated by His Blessing!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 25.12.18
Read my poems, pls. visit my blog: sdmpoetry. blogspot. com.Tq.
Let's distribute, on Christmas, the sweets of Joy and Merriment,
Let's, like Jesus Christ, serve and pay by virtue of Atonement,
For the blunders, crimes and sins of the whole humanity,
Let's rejoice on sacrificing, as well as revel on selfless magnanimity!
Let's hate the harmful Baits of Malice, Envy and Hatred,
Let's think and cultivate the thoughts noble and sacred,
Let's not follow the paths foul, dangerous and Red,
Let's not deceive the Innocent, or snatch the poor's bread!
Let's all pray in the Mass in a devout, sincere Chorus,
To make our World-Family pure, peaceful and prosperous,
To spread Love, Brotherhood and harmony,
To recite the Carol of Universal Unit symphony!
Then only can we be Jesus' true and worthy offspring,
And can deserve to be liberated by His Blessing!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 25.12.18
Read my poems, pls. visit my blog: sdmpoetry. blogspot. com.Tq.
Monday 24 December 2018
WHAT YOU ARE TO ME.
WHAT YOU ARE TO ME.
Yes, to me, a warm, soft and cosy blanket you are,
In a cold, shivering, desolate and wintry night;
In the sunless dark firmament of my cheerless life,
You are, indeed, a bright, blithe and beautiful Light!
Yes, a lovely, lush and luxuriant Oasis you are,
In my life's dry, dreary and doleful desert;
For a drowning man in life's sorrowful river,
You are, no doubt, a sweet, secure and riving Resort!
Yes, you are, to me, the ever steadily shining and guiding Polestar,
For a missing and ship wrecked Sailor, like me, in my life's ruffled, confused Sea!
To open the most intricate and inscrutable Lock of my life's ultimate Ecstasy,
You are, without a speck of doubt, the safest, surest and sweetest Key!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 24.12.18
To read my poems, pls. Visit: sdmpoetry. blogspot. com
Yes, to me, a warm, soft and cosy blanket you are,
In a cold, shivering, desolate and wintry night;
In the sunless dark firmament of my cheerless life,
You are, indeed, a bright, blithe and beautiful Light!
Yes, a lovely, lush and luxuriant Oasis you are,
In my life's dry, dreary and doleful desert;
For a drowning man in life's sorrowful river,
You are, no doubt, a sweet, secure and riving Resort!
Yes, you are, to me, the ever steadily shining and guiding Polestar,
For a missing and ship wrecked Sailor, like me, in my life's ruffled, confused Sea!
To open the most intricate and inscrutable Lock of my life's ultimate Ecstasy,
You are, without a speck of doubt, the safest, surest and sweetest Key!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 24.12.18
To read my poems, pls. Visit: sdmpoetry. blogspot. com
Sunday 23 December 2018
Saturday 22 December 2018
Friday 21 December 2018
O MY SWEETHEART! WILT THOU FLY TO ME LIKE A BIRD?
O MY SWEETHEART! WILT THOU FLY TO ME LIKE A BIRD?
Ah! Who wilt miss thy delicious handmade Dish,
Thy lissome and lithesome lips' Kiss,
Thy heated heart's hug, and bulgy bosom's Bliss,
The outpouring of thy Love's Elysian Peace!
Ah! Even the Noon Sun lacks its warmth without thy shining presence,
The fluorescent Full Moon loses all its lustres in thy gloomy absence!
Ah! The beat of my heart awaits raptly thy entrancing arrival,
How can I dream, tell then, without thy Love, of my survival?
O my sweetheart! Even the Rasgullas turn sour when thou art away,
The month of July slumbers without raining when thou sayest a 'bye';
Water gets devoid of Oxygen when thou dost not with me stay,
Ah! Without thy celestial company, each and every moment I die!
Thus, O my sweetheart! Wilt thou, like a bird, reach me and fly,
So that, we can blissfully, in our immortal heaven of Love, forever lie!
@sdm 21.12.18
W.A. +91 8270604524
Pls. Visit:sdmpoetry. blogspot. com
Ah! Who wilt miss thy delicious handmade Dish,
Thy lissome and lithesome lips' Kiss,
Thy heated heart's hug, and bulgy bosom's Bliss,
The outpouring of thy Love's Elysian Peace!
Ah! Even the Noon Sun lacks its warmth without thy shining presence,
The fluorescent Full Moon loses all its lustres in thy gloomy absence!
Ah! The beat of my heart awaits raptly thy entrancing arrival,
How can I dream, tell then, without thy Love, of my survival?
O my sweetheart! Even the Rasgullas turn sour when thou art away,
The month of July slumbers without raining when thou sayest a 'bye';
Water gets devoid of Oxygen when thou dost not with me stay,
Ah! Without thy celestial company, each and every moment I die!
Thus, O my sweetheart! Wilt thou, like a bird, reach me and fly,
So that, we can blissfully, in our immortal heaven of Love, forever lie!
@sdm 21.12.18
W.A. +91 8270604524
Pls. Visit:sdmpoetry. blogspot. com
Thursday 20 December 2018
O THAT MY BOSOM HAD BEEN MY BELOVED'S ULTIMATE HEAVEN!
O that I could be a soothing and softening ointment,
For my beloved's yester years' worsening wounds,
For her pestering pain, and terrible torment,
For the bleeding bites gashed by the human hounds!
O that I could stand by my beloved like a firm and fortifying buttress;
To prevent her happy building from crumbling and falling down,
To wipe her unseasonal tear rains with my care and caresses,
To protect her from the unwelcome Adversity's bitter frown!
O that I could be the quenching water for my beloved's gnawing thirst,
I could be the relieving food for her growing and harassing hunger,
At the time of crushing Crises I could be for her the much needed Aid First
In the face of cruel Calamities, my true Love could make her stronger!
O that my embalming bosom had been my beloved's ultimate heaven,
I had been more wonderful for her than the world's thrilling Wonders seven!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 20.12.18
W.A. +91 8270604524
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