“Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain,
but for the heart to conquer it.
Let me not look for allies in life’s battlefield,
but to my own strength.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,
but hope for the patience to win my freedom.
Grant that I may not be a coward,
feeling Your mercy in my success alone;
But let me find the grasp of Your hand in my failure.”
—– Rabindranath Tagore
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it”;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.
— by Edgar Guest.
Just came across this poem over the net, and felt it to be a very nice & inspiring. What do you think?
Why I couldn’t see u,
When all these times I was waiting for you;
You crossed me a million times,
I crossed u a million times,
Still I couldn’t see you,
Or maybe I didn’t recognize you.
Now it’s all repentance to do
O damn!!! Why I couldn’t see you? 
It’s an expression of sadness when, knowingly or unknowingly, an important task that you had always waited for, slips of your hand.
तुम्हे देखा तो जाना की प्यार क्या होता है,
जितना तुम्हे भूलना चाहता हूँ, तुम्हारा चेहरा,
इस दिल में उतना ही गहरा उतरता है!
कितना भी तदपा, कितना भी छटपटाया में
पर तुम्हे भूलना मंजूर न किया इस दिल ने!
सोता हूँ पर सपनों में तुम ही आते हो,
पढता हूँ, पर अक्षरों में तुम ही दीखते हो,
सब कुछ करता हूँ, पर मन में तुम ही समाए रहते हो!
कितना चाहता हूँ तुम्हे, ये में बयां नहीं कर सकता,
चाहत है फिर भी इज़हार नहीं कर सकता!
तुम हो तो मेरे बहुत ही पास,
पर मुझे कुछ मिला है तो सिर्फ तुम्हे पाने की आस!
जीवन की राहों पर निकले थे अकेले हम,
क्या पता था सारी जिंदगी साथ देगा ये गम!
जीवन के हर मोड़ पर गम को अलविदा कहते,
और आगे बढ़ते हुए ख़ुशी की राह देखते!
दूर से कोई आते हुए दीखता है,
“ख़ुशी है” यह सोच दिल खिल उठता है,
पर, वह भी “गम है”, पास जाने पे साफ़ पता चलता है!
आज भी ख़ुशी की राह देखता हूँ में!
पहले तो कहीं कहीं से किरण भी आती थी,
पर अब तो चरों ओर अँधेरा ही देखता हूँ में!
I saw.
I admired,
And I liked.
I appreciated,
And then I wanted.
I walked to,
And I talked to.
I even walked with,
And danced with.
But alas! In the end,
It happened;
A word, she didn’t say,
And just walked away!……..
This poem is an experiment. I don’t know how it appears to the world and how far is it able to express out the feelings for everyone to understand. It is just a creative story, though.
I know,
I can never know how much I hurt you,
by speaking words so few,
but enough to change whole world between the two.
It was just, “Is it true?”
But meant “I don’t trust you”
And then my heart kept shouting,”How could you??”
But nowhere around could I find you.
Nothing was done knowingly,
Friend, understand that it was all said unwillingly.
Or willingly with no intention,
Of testing your friendly emotion.
In the world, I was just trying to live
In a way they do,
And to achieve
All that I believe.
Ignorant you came in way
And I had to betray;
But never wanted you to walk away.
Now, I will always know it was a mistake
But what use it is,
when to you, it seems fake.
Though I read every guide,
Will always have to hide
The drops in my eyes.
And looking at the open skies
A request, I will always make -
Please come back! Please come back!
Plenty of times, plenty of boats,
I tried;
To get more and more,
Or, at least reach to the shore.
Water, to quench my thirst, was a rare thing,
Though, it was all around me.
Changing boats offered nothing
But the joy of sailing anew.
Important, it was,
For “This is not for me”,
I knew.
At last, I get the good feeling
When, on my boat, I am sailing,
Land appears nowhere around,
Still, I feel so safe and sound.
The poem speaks of my journey through different career choices that I tried, to at last reach the right one as a writer. While I’m still striving to become something like a writer, I feel the work and the world to be very safe and calm.
Oh! what’s the problem that it is not breaking into stanza. Same problem as the last poem. Will try later!:-(
O lord! Why is this sadness created?
Why complete happiness wasn’t granted?
Why is contentment to all not provided?
And why anyone is not always delighted?
O lord! Why happiness and sadness are both stuffs of life?
Why anyone’s life always has a small or big strife?
Lord, please clear these queries which have disturbed my life.
“I gave everything to you but contentment was kept,
For you won’t remember me if you got complete rest.
If life has no sad part, none can understand happiness in his heart.
Happy and sad part should continually come,
Else one will think that his job was fully done.
Never think such things about life,
Keep working and be a winner in every strife.
Neither think of distant future nor of past which is dead,
Do your job, believe in self and
Me, who is always overhead,
And this will surely give you your deserved success.
I know not how you got into my life,
I know not how you got into my heart,
What I only know is that,
Without you, I can’t be.
Still, I pained to let you free,
To go, and be with the one you wanted to be.
But, my Lord had a different story to weave,
And you have, at last, returned to me.
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Well, in spite of many attempts to succeed in writing poetry, I’ve never been able to write something liked by someone other than my family members. No poetry meet liked to publish any of them( I could never know why they rejected them or what they wanted from me ) and so, one by one I’ll be putting them up here for it’s MY Blog. LOL
