Then when happiness is subjective it happensLife is too shortTo hold grudgeStill we do this all the time …I live for that one moment of yoursAnd yours only …! Then why can’t we extend that one moment all the timeWhy we drove away from things that make us happy I want to delete all the unpleasant memories….If possible from my brain..In such a way..

That I can’t retrieve it again…..Then when happiness is subjective it happens ! !

Self-pity I never saw a wild thing

sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough

without ever having felt sorry for itself.

David Herbert Lawrence

Wish you something, just can't remember,Don't be upset, you're my family member.It was clearly, on my mind,With so many thoughts, it's hard to find.

Maybe it's simply not that essential,Please lose that frown, you have so much potential.On second thought, it might be coming back to me,Now I know, why those brain pills were free.

Visions appear of colorful balloons,In the background, I hear those fine tunes.Near the end of the dream, I can taste a delicious cake,It must be your birthday, as I awake.

The People Upstairs The people upstairs all practice balletTheir living roomis a bowling alleyTheir bedroom is full of conducted tours.Their radio is louder than yours,They celebrate week-ends all the week.When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.They try to get their parties to mixBy supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,And when their fun at last abates,They go to the bathroom on roller skates.I might love the people upstairs moreIf only they lived on another floor.

Ogden Nash

The Suicide's Argument

Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no No question was asked me--it could not be so ! If the life was the question, a thing sent to try And to live on be YES; what can NO be ? to die.

NATURE'S ANSWER

Isn't returned, as 'twas sent ? Isn't no worse for the wear ? Think first, what you ARE ! Call to mind what you WERE ! I gave you innocence, I gave you hope, Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope, Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair ? Make out the inventory ; inspect, compare ! Then die--if die you dare !

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  Dreams   Hold fast to 

dreamsFor if dreams 

dieLife is a broken-

winged birdThat cannot 

fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a 

barren fieldFrozen with 

snow. 

Langston Hughes

Wealth and fame come from thee and it is for thee to give or to withhold them. But this my sorrow is absolutely mine own, and when I bring it to thee as my offering thou rewardest me with thy grace

Rabindranath Tagore

MOSOONMonsoon at peak I hear a monologue-Rain speaks…Monsoon at peak, Thatched roofs Leak…Monsoon at peak, Corn on cobWins over coffee…Monsoon at peak, Can I go out, mother? A child pleads…Monsoon at peak, A boy steals a lookAt a girl soaked to skin…Monsoon at peak, Roads flooded, Where is MCD? Monsoon at peak, Umbrellas New fashion accessory…Monsoon at peak, Sun gets much needed Rest…Monsoon at peak, BathesFoliage and trees.Monsoon at peakSchools closedChildren squeal, Wish, it rainsEveryday of the week…Monsoon at peak, Leave your shoes at the door-Mother screams…Monsoon at peak, Driver stopsTo wipe the wind shield…Monsoon at peak, Open pavementsHome to many, Wear deserted look …Monsoon at peak, Wet laundry-

Sun rise, please.

Mamta Agarwal

Some Words for Foolish People To the foolish young woman, who usesa case cutter to mutilate herself...'Put it down and learn to be patient, doll.You'll be scarred soon enough by life itself.'

Foolish lovers, who gaze at each otherIn rapt fascination... 'When passion's courseHas run, and just a dry creek bed remains, Half of all marraiges end in divorce.'

To the foolish young soldier who believesWhatever lies his leaders tell him to...'Take a look around your lonely outpost.How many of their kids are serving with you? '

Foolish worker, whose job has been your life...'Loyalty means shit to corporate shills.They're plotting to plunder your pensionAnd seek cheap labor in Mexico's hills.'

To you foolish citizens, who believeThat police still exist to protect and serve...'Try protesting outside a Free Speech Zone.You'll find that we've lost the rights we deserve.'

Foolish teacher, you said 'money's the rootOf all evil...' 'The lack of it, ' I say.'Wealth never drove a girl to sell herselfOr to abandon her infant in a doorway.'

This foolish writer too merits your scornWhen he inflicts upon you his creation.He knows deep down that verse is little moreThan cerebral self-gratification.

Rich Hanson

FIRST LOVEI ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked, what could I ail? My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away, The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start -- They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice? Is love's bed always snow? She seemed to hear my silent voice, Not love's appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling-place And can return no more

John Clare