by Akshay Raja
Rolling back on a dusty road
Hoping you know my name, my word
That lasts a day or year or so
Shed my days, with joy you know!
Hoping you’re my guest a day
A spot we fixed, and panics to stay
Still thoughts lurk growing too far
Our memories may grow and ever may last!
Showed my heart the days i love
Chanting your names, that all you know
Having my past with the days i love
Bonding with friendship along it’ll grow!
Sweetest of days, i count my past
The days that grow and ever will last
That casts a shadow down my vine
Browns and blacks now down my spine!
Loved the windy days we had
With love i turn my days aback
Still my heart aches, to count the past
Coz, it’s filled up with memories to last!
Still countless days for me to dream
The shadows you cast, now clears my way
Leaving my thoughts for a tree to spurt
I count my past in years and days!
Akshay Raja
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Akshay Raja
A few random poems:
- To his Majestie by William Alexander
- Dublinesque by Philip Larkin
- Dans le Restaurant by T. S. Eliot
- Николай Гумилев – Звездный ужас
- An Appointment by William Butler Yeats
- To a Friend poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- One Lonely Afternoon by Russell Edson
- Only in my dreams by Nina Gabriel
- Федор Тютчев – Как птичка, раннею зарей
- Francesca poem – Ezra Pound poems
- pathos_is_the_skyward_tanka.html
- Before by Yehuda Amichai
- Robert Burns: Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous:
- Олег Григорьев – На заборе валенки
- The Fairies’ Siege by Rudyard Kipling
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful. by Walt Whitman
- This Dust was Once the Man. by Walt Whitman
- This Day, O Soul. by Walt Whitman
- This Compost. by Walt Whitman
- Think of the Soul. by Walt Whitman
- Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. by Walt Whitman
- These, I, Singing in Spring. by Walt Whitman
- There was a Child went Forth. by Walt Whitman
- The Wound-Dresser by Walt Whitman
- That Shadow, my Likeness. by Walt Whitman
- That Music Always Round Me. by Walt Whitman
- Tests. by Walt Whitman
- Tears. by Walt Whitman
- Still, though the One I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- States! by Walt Whitman
- Starting from Paumanok. by Walt Whitman
- Spontaneous Me. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit whose Work is Done. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit That Form’d This Scene. by Walt Whitman
- Sparkles from The Wheel. by Walt Whitman
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
