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
Copyright ©:
Akshay Raja
A few random poems:
- Ок Мельникова – 3. 45 a. m
- Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle by William Wordsworth
- Invern poem – Ezra Pound poems
- When Day Is Done by Rabindranath Tagore
- Fault by Sara Teasdale
- The Pigeons Fly by Mahmoud Darwish
- The Azure Sea of an alien tongue
- An Answer To A Copy Of Verses Sent Me To Jersey
- Joy of giving by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Robert Burns: Johnie Lad, Cock Up Your Beaver:
- Ок Мельникова – Карниз
- First Day at School by Roger McGough
- Гавриил Державин – Послание Мурзы Багрима к царевне Доброславе
- Владимир Британишский – А весна наступает все же
- Владимир Маяковский – Декрет о взаимопомощи инвентарем (Главполитпросвет № 101)
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
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. 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
