Wednesday, 20 May 2009


I’m waiting for the shadows to ask me
To say Goodbye;
They wait for me the say,
“Finish what is left.”
They don’t have time,
And I don’t want to waste anymore.
My life has come to an end,
Where the shadows,
The Death Knell decides,
Should I see, Should I wish, Should I live My
Last Breath.
I wait just for one thing
To see what I love the most
And say Goodbye.
Hold my hand tonight
And I’ll take you to the place
That makes me warm and cold.
Hold me tonight
Cause I won’t ever leave you,
If you just hold me tonight
And I’ll hold you forever and always.

I promise to cover you,
From the light of the day
That swindles us always.
I don’t have much time,
I say again…
They are waiting for me,
But of you hold me only
I may have some more time
To finish what is left,
To leave this world with Grace.
To see you happy;
What I love the most,
And say Goodbye….


Salty said...

Thats very melancholic. In a nice way, of course.;-) Salty

"Su" said...

Thank you...Yes its melancholic..u see am coleridge's fan!!!

Salty said...

u,a student of english lit.? nice poems. i am no xpert in poems.can't even remember them. I like the cut & paste variety that gives instant insight,as they say. just like the one below.
(btw, whatever u want in a blog, just google with a 'widget'. e.g how to load 'recent comments' widget in blogspot?" so on. theres a 'add a widget' in blogspot 'layout too. lovely b'ground pic in ur blog)


COLD in the earth--and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Sever'd at last by Time's all-severing wave?

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
Thy noble heart for ever, ever more?

Cold in the earth--and fifteen wild Decembers
From those brown hills have melted into spring:
Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world's tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

No later light has lighten'd up my heaven,
No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.

But when the days of golden dreams had perish'd,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy;
Then did I learn how existence could be cherish'd,
Strengthen'd and fed without the aid of joy.

Then did I check the tears of useless passion--
Wean'd my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?
(Emily Jane Bronte)

§udatta said...

I know this poem!!