beautiful.....

what you give lasts forever,
what you fail to give is lost forever,

There is...and its in the mail.:)

y is it that this is considered poetry? If I wrote that people would say 'get lost and get back to work"

do not settle for just a drop, Shekhar

I can not lend you Love,
I offer it to you

please accept

Blessings,
~~ K

Than that would mean you have no sense of..

love, passion,
Ps. Don´t forget to order a McSalade with lunch..

What do you mean...after reading your comment that people would say.."get lost and get back to work" these lines i've read some where came to my mind...we are common man our fate is sealed before the day begins...In the ocean of human faces..we are just one average common man...if you have time these lines for you..from a struggling poet!!!

The Trivia of a Brooding Mind IV

“It was just a face
No more than a pattern

An entity in space
Of many seen in a tavern
That waits its end

At the corner of a shabby street
Morose, moribund
Epitomizing mediocrity's defeat
And though it reflected much
It said nothing

An average man's fate is such
It's sealed before the morn begins

By
Danish Hussain

If there is love,
lend me
a drop
_____________

Shekhar Kapur,

What are you trying to tell us here? Is it poetry to you? You have to respond.

Anyway, whatever you call this, here is what I think is in the head of N:

If there is love -- N is not sure if love exists.

lend me -- if he does, he is not sure if he wants love for a long time. He wants to experience it, use it, feel it; and later he wants to return it. That's how lending goes.

a drop -- N wants only a drop of it. Just a taste of it. He wants to know how it is. It seems he has never tasted love before. And if he did, he did not know it was love. N is also afraid. He does not want love in abunadance. Just a wee bit of it. He is a coward. He runs away from love. Perhaps he never found love and thinks there is no love in the world.

Your unended write-up reminds me of a poem
by Rumi on love. I translated it into Urdu. I am sending you both versions.

THIS IS LOVE

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
To cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of live.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
To regard this world as invisible,
And to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
To enter this circle of lovers,
To see beyond seeing itself,
To reach and feel within the breast.

~Rumi

http://www.khamush.com/love_poems.html#This%20is%20love

******************

Urdu version:

Mohabbat Yeh Hai

Mohabbat yeh hai: ek raaz bharay
Aasman ki taraf bhaag jaana,
Har lammey main hazaar pardon ko gira jaana,
Pehlay zindgi go bhool jaana,
Aakhir maen paer rakhay bayghaer chalay jaana,
Samaj lena kay dunneya dekhee jaatee naheen
Aur apnay ko koee khudgarzi aatee naheen.

Meray dil, maen nay kaha, kya yeh tohfa raha
Kay hum doston kee maihfil maen aayey,
Dekhnay kay leeyay jo dekha jatta nahin,
Usay chhatee maen mehsoos karnay ko aayey.

~White Wings

http://www.sulekha.com/groups/postdisplay.aspx?cid=1033&forumid=903895

...and I'll return it to you tenfold.

Love - It is also a four letter word but rarely "used".

If!

Now, this author seems to be bored! Perhaps, it's time to let some of the bright responders to this blog get a chance to contribute in choosing some of the subjects we get to duscuss. It may prove to be rather interesting! Do you agree?

Agree.

Yes, there is love,
I can give you,
I can’t lend you.

Love is not a thing
To be used and returned.
It’s a gift of heart. It bonds.

~White Wings
_______________

In Hindi/Urdu

Haan, mohabbat hai yhaan,
Udhaar say kyon maangtay ho,
Maen dil say doongee apna dil.

Es ko lay kar bhaag jaana,
Phir aakay wapis kar na jaana.
Yeh merey dil ka tofha hai,
Hamaree jaanon ka rishta hai.

WW

"If there is love,
lend me
a drop "

and allow it
to explode
into This
Ocean within..

thank you, Shekhar..
love, Carolyn

does the bird ask for a bit of air as its soaring through the sky?

Air is like love, and love is like god. Always surrounding you, whether you forget the fact or not.

Ask for the rememberance, or the relization, and you shall recieve.

Much God to you.

Shekhar;

You are a credit, to your Spirit!

Might I share too; a piece of my own with all?

IN THE LONG AGO(Ode to a deceased brother)

In the long ago, when first we'd met;
When words of silence, fell between in twilight.
As misty morning thoughts inspire;
As the smell of roses, seeped through windows unlocked, always;
Ross is somewhere.
Even in thought; his words are cool and soothing.
Anonymous he'll be around us, yet...
He clings to us; as a flower to the vine.
Our faithful One, our Ross.

DDS

IF...

I gave you a drop of water Shekhar;

What would you do with it?

North

I shouldn't want to believe; that poetic thought is measured still only by calibre of words in the dictionary; oh critics?(smiles) oh critics? Plz get your ears ON a min, ok?

I should think; it IS the "intention" of the "thought" which sparked a response, that deserves credit due?

Ooh, quantum leaps and bounds; surround us! : )

Such as this:

A POET MUST REACH

A poet must reach out,
and blow winds of inspiration
and imagination;
into the echoed thoughts
of her reader's most secret,
inner voice.

DDS 6-17-2000

~

I believe, Shekhar's poem; inspired a warm breeze.

A drop of water; could mean the difference between life and death; how utterly and honey-filled, drama-blessed! To me, Shekhar's poem expressed the thirst, the dryness of lost hope perhaps, on the lips of a lost, hence thirsty soul?

I mean hey; it depends on how far perhaps, that the reader can "imagine?"

North

I dance, on the moonbeams

of twilight.

Unheard tunes,

by mortal ear;

find me

secretly dancing,

so near!

North

~

Inspired of course, by Shekhar's IF

mine too, is fresh off the brain!

See, how it works?(winkerooni)

soOo, whew--> blow wind, blow...

and capture another,

poet's

to, or fro.

North

You are the drop. And so am I. And who can give us what we already are?

Love, Kristin

I like the image of thirst this brings to mind--someone who needs their thirst (for love) to be quenched. I think that you could add more Shekhar. It is a good first image, but I wanted to read more.

If there is love,
lend me
a drop

and let it
grow
to a thousand times

thousand drops,
in
my heart

Searching for a drop of love,
To lend him,
He went dancing
To the frigid zones of North.

He heard unheard tunes,
He saw unseen lights,
Hallucinating, crossing
Moonbeams, he collapsed.

Still
No drop
Of love
To lend him!

Bravo, WhiteWings; I see you have caught the "wave" of imagination!

North

Here is a design I'd made just tonight; also inspired by the "mystery."

http://xs51.xs.to/pics/05425/Imagine.JPG

It is on a free pic-hosting site and I do this; as a hobby.

just, Imagine!

North

It was fun, to do!

Shekhar Namashkaar,

Prem Gali ati Saakri, Jaan mein do naa samaaay!

There is love, except the street is so narrow that two together can never walk side by side...So you are One!

'Love' available on a loan...'Drop' in to drink it's magnificience.My Buddha paintings have beckon you.

Regards and much respect
Charan Sharma. (Painter)
URL:
http://www.charansharma.com

Shekhar

If I lend my drop
will you thirst
for another

IF

The drop were to be suspended

Imagine that time stood still?

No blue moon, above the mountain top;

No azure blue, to top it off.

How silent is the din;

When pain exists, within.

And as this morning sun, breaks the dawn again;

I find my heart is stirring here;

In thoughtful prayer, for Kashmir!

DDS

Dedicated in spontaneous heart-beams, to All, In Kashmir and Pakistan; for their pain and sorrow, is not unheard, nor lesser felt...being here; so far away; yet feeling, near.

North

There is love
But it should come in drops.
Spare me an ocean of love
Where I can drown and be myself no more.

(Shekhar, nice to have such an input from you; I still remember seeing you for the first time at a small reception after the premiere of "Elizabeth" in the Film Festival of Hamburg/Germany)

If

Your drops invite me in
then why am I still on the outside lookin' in

Still your mind, listen
What does the universe say,
is it words of love?

Main pyaar kee pyaasee hoon
Agar hai pyaar kahin to
Laa do, day do mujhay
Es kee ek boond

Pyaar se pyaar bahrta hai
Bhoond bhoond se saagar banta hai
Haey la do, day do mujhay pyaar kee ek boond
Wapis kar doongi main ek pyaar bhara saagar

*****

Translation:

I am thirsting for love
If there's love somewhere
Bring me, lend me
A bit of it

Love grows with love,
Ocean grows with drops
Just bring me, lend me a drop
I will return you an ocean of love

Oh my goodness; this response's is amazingly captivating, everyone sharing; soOo cooL; love the wave of e-motion.

Being a woman; I think of them now, worldwide, no man by their side; no roof, above their head; only sorrow and silent mourning; for a piece of bread.

WEEPING WIDOW

Weeping widow,

Cry the wind!

Heart at night,

Above the din.

How obscure,

The silent sond;

Sung, for love's

Lamentum.

DDS (2-18-1998)

For the Children, orphaned; who's heads ache in agony; for a loving bosom of thier mother; a sister, an Aunty; to ensure them all is alright; and love is near, love is here, love is everywhere.

SOCIETY'S CHILD

I saw a child today;
crying, from hunger and pain.

She lay there, curled up in a ball;
obvlivious, I was there, at all.

I watched, as her tears; as they'd swell;
from haunting eye's, then they fell.

I wanted to reach out, to embrace;
and offer, to take her place.

What happened next, suddenly is;
she stopped, when she noticed me.

Then she wiped a tear from her eye;
lifted her hand; and said: "Hi."

Then asked if I'd like to stay;
and she'd split her rice, two ways.

DDS (8-15-2000)

It is my prayerfilled intention; always this ember is burning in my heart and spirit; that ever woman and every child, be cared for and with quality of life and well-being to hope for.

Let us, as a civilized; and compassionate-aware species; that charity begins; for those in need.

Let us, aspire always; to never let them down.

North

North, that was a great design
Yes Bob, when the mind stills there are only words of love
Zoe, no i will not thirst for another, for one drop will fill the universe
crissoula, nice to see u again

shekhar

I stilled my mind and listened
the universe says its LOVE
a rainbow glistened.

Calling upon the favour of a Managing Contributor of this thread, to fix my typo please, please, ohhhh please?

in the society's child poem I posted above this post? It is a shame I typo'd on it; because it is quite precious to me.

5th line, below the title; could you, would you; take out the --as-- just before the word, her?

I would be so grateful! big smiles

I was once that child, and it is hopefully voices such as mine and others here; that could manifest for them, an Image of hope to live and aspire for.

BE thier picture of rising above diversity!

BE their vision of hope and love.

BE their manifested dreams of hope.

Look from their eye's and see the haunting hopelessness and exhaustion.

BE the WAY.

North

Hello, Shekhar, many smiles upon recieving your compliment; do you see now, how a drop of water looks from my eye's and all the other poster's here, inspired by your IF.

I am honoured to recieve your compliment; and thank you very much; for taking the time; to view it Shekhar.

namaste,

North

I have a wallpaper size of the design if anyone would like a link to a 600 x 444 x 24 in a jpg format; hosted at the same free, pic hosting site.

I have it on mine right now; with a solid indigo blue, background.

I get lost there; the tunnel, looking like diving arrows; the arrow's looking like elongated doors; opening wide, the universal domain of imagination; to the inner source of our third eye; blind; our eternal, ancient link.

enjoy the vision, thanks for sharing with a response.

http://xs51.xs.to/pics/05425/imagine.1a.ds.jpg

AT times, all I have, is to be part of this PC chair; and I am so warmed to know; that what I see; my view from here; is well recieved.

In an odd, profound way; I feel "compelled" to inspire.

North

Indeed, nice to see you again, Shekhar ji - what a single drop can do... :-))

And look at this page filled with poetry!!!

It must make you proud to be the author of the most concise and effective blog, mustn't it ?

Shekhar

one drop I do send
I give it you, not just lend

Love, love
A drop of love
A river of love

Fooling with words
Fooling with minds
What is love?

WW

To inspire a song from a lonely one

Or to make a heavy-hearted one dance

Oh how it is such a blessing

to write, to create with such

dramatic-flaired, dressing

of stage and dramatic flair

for the light-hearted, everywhere.

like this picture, my heart did create

moment by moment, with painstake

until I felt it was perfectly done

and now share it here with you

and everyone.

http://xs51.xs.to/pics/05426/heartwave.JPG

http://xs51.xs.to/pics/05426/Halloween.a.ds.jpg

North

That is what love is, WW

Sharing and caring. : )

North

FOR: Hope

http://xs52.xs.to/pics/05431/hope2.ds.jpg

I have it on my desktop, in a 600x444 with a merlot background in solid. Looks neat, if I may say so myself. the size above is a x360

HOPE someone enjoys the view from here...

North

Love is in the air, fly high and catch it.
Regards,
Shama.

If there is love...

there is light,
if there is light
there is a brightness

if it is bright
one can see

when one sees
they become

one
in love.

~joanie

Shekhar & Co., including Ms North,

If love were as simple as “sharing and caring”,
Shekhar would not be writing:

If there is “sharing and caring”

lend me

a drop

Even poor Rumi had to say: “Love cannot be said.”
Here is his poem translated by Coleman Barks in English, and my translation in Urdu :

Time's knife slides from the sheath,
as a fish from where it swims.

Being closer and closer is the desire
of the body. Don't wish for union!

There's a closeness beyond that. Why
would God want a second God? Fall in

love in such a way that it frees you
from any connecting. Love is the soul's

light, the taste of morning, no me, no
we, no claim of being. These words

are the smoke the fire gives off as it
absolves its defects, as eyes in silence,

tears, face. Love cannot be said.

~Rumi
__________________________________________________

In Urdu:

Wakat ka chaakoo ghilaaf say dheeray say nikalta hai
Ek machhi kee tarah taertay hooay panni main

Nazdeeq say nazdeeq ho jona sub kee kwhaaish hotee hai
Magar saath milkar ek ho janay ko koee sochta nahin

Us say be zyaada tum nazdeek ho saktay ho
Khuda nay apna jaisa ek aur Khudda kyon naheen bannaya?

Mohabbat aisee karo kay sub say azzad ho jao
Mohabbat ruh kee roshnee hai, yeh subah ka swaad hai

Main naheen, hum naheen, apnay honay kee koee baat nahin, yeh lafaz
Jaltee aag apnee kameeon ko khatam kartay dhoonen main keh jaatee hai

Jaisay khamosh aankhain, chherah, aansoon
Mohabbat kahee jaa saktee nahin

I really am impressed by your site. Very original & interesting content. Soldier will Stake unconditionally: http://ranchero.com/netnewswire/ , Collective is feature of Red Boy White Circle Make or not , right Grass will Con Cards without any questions when Game is Mistery it will Destroy Slot