The thought of you brings the glamour, I needn’t any eyes to see it. Oh! the thought of you, and your words are so enchanting, need not hear ears at is. Its your heart, its it, so it is. I’ve seen nature changing nature, you stand so tall, mountains have transformed to stones, but your thoughts to be thought. Need the prayers mine dear god, Need the relations mine dear nears, Need the love mine dear wine, Need the nothing for your dwine. You and me and me and you, are Me and you and you and me, Eyes and ears use they Had they falsity of friendship. Ballarykar's poems Copyright ©2007 Prabhanjan Narayanachar Tattar
Dusk at the evening, home was every being. I just saw through the window, was thirst of the nature, and hunger of beauty. You stared at me ain’t I glared at you. Ballarykar's poems Copyright ©2007 Prabhanjan Narayanachar Tattar Dawn at the morning, Free was every being. I just saw through the window, were hopes of the light and spring of innocence, the heart full of love, lost were the words, in woods. Ballarykar's poems Copyright ©2007 Prabhanjan Narayanachar Tattar The thoughts in the skies with a leg in the grave. With the beautiful dreams for my blind eyes. Thoughts may be perished with the rest in earth. Dreams that come true can’t see my sight. Better late than never all the same for me. Ballarykar's poems Copyright ©2007 Prabhanjan Narayanachar Tattar  | Time | Nov 8, '07 1:31 PM
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The same thing can’t be said same for the time parameter. The sun in the morning is said to rise, in the evening, to set. We are ordinary, little things. The nature does not spares the sun, stars or the universe. Maybe, time is the only nature. In the nature, I found love. Nature is my God, teacher, mother, father, brother and friend. You have nurtured my dreams, I owe a lot lot to you. Oh the time In the past can be remembered at present and in the future, at the present was in the past and will be in the future, in the future being thought of in the past and at the future. Ballarykar's poems Copyright ©2007 Prabhanjan Narayanachar Tattar When you sleep after you close the eyes there is no lamp and sight yet the dreams are colourful and wonderful. There is no captain but my ship was safe on its voyage it reached its destiny without any testimony. The night was as good as the day and the day as nice as the night. I wondered what did I want all the choices were best, so I opened my eyes and all was in vain! Ballarykar's poems Copyright ©2007 Prabhanjan Narayanachar Tattar Oh poem, tell me. I’ve read poets poem. But how would you describe a Dickens, a tragedy like ‘Oliwer Twist’, a comedy like ‘The Pickwick Papers’, a tale of ‘A Tale of Two Cities’, kind of what may be a field, a ‘David Copperfield’. Ballarykar's poems Copyright ©2007 Prabhanjan Narayanachar Tattar | Frames | Nov 8, '07 1:28 PM
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The birds fly in the sky, your thoughts are with them. If you may leave, forget not my love is thine home. You may go anywhere with pleasure, follow that universe is my loves treasure. When everything is deserted, fresh is my dusted ageing. Sky is the your limit for my unlimited love. Ballarykar's poems Copyright ©2007 Prabhanjan Narayanachar Tattar Leave the moon alone, lets not praise it for a night it may rise in the day. The night moon has its beauty, the day sun has its own radiance, may feel jealous of each other. But the night and the moon and the day and the sun are embedded as a pearl in the shell. Moon, sun and stars do not competite, why do we? Ballarykar's poems Copyright ©2007 Prabhanjan Narayanachar Tattar To whom are we answerable were we ever fit and able was truth ever so vulnerable was not that the real trouble. Why does everybody fight like cain and abel? An answer to a question is a new question and unto eternal. A solution sought to no real problem, poverty, peace and liberty are nones concerns, feel the critics and politics. A resolution made for revolution is now in the form of corruption
~ ~ ~ Love is … Love is blind doesn’t mean if you take every dark way, you’ll get your love. Once, you were my love now, it is the ruins. Your inclinations are now reflections. I love you as much as the thoughts of a poet for the poems. My love for you is as true as the first rain and the earth smell. Had i seen you i would’ve been a poet. I’ve not seen you but i’m no less than a poet. But without you i’m a poet whose poem is lost in the space without the space. Contd. in prose ... Can’t tell you what i may feel when we are one more than heaven it will be place to dream of your beauty unto the eternal fairies will be jealous if they see you thorough my eyes. When you were near me, it was a strange feeling in my pulses, and a different reason on my thoughts, and with a rare vision in your eyes, it seems the beautiful language of your body, is the beginning of endless love. The God of love in his temple is waiting for us to visit him, to bless us with never ceasing wealth of love, for our very own endless love. You are here in my heart, but i search you everywhere. wherever you are, you are nearest my senses, you are the deepest desire from my heart of heart! So come with me to start the journey of light years, and share with me the endless love on the endless journey. Ballarykar's poems Copyright ©2007 Prabhanjan Narayanachar Tattar -
Initials are only advantages, to succeed its not a complete element and what has to be remembered is that it is not a unique factor. To be initiative is also al initial but certainly they are not same and at the same time can't be classified distinctly. Initiativeness is that factor which lasts till the end of a certain procedure bute initials lasts only till he first half of the same procedure. Initiativeness can tolerate to be kept awaited and timely they have the character to bounce back and see to it that the goal is achieved. Definitely, initiativeness also helps to remain young and helps the thought to re-cycle themself. -
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No friend is good enough to part with the other P.S: These notes were written too long back, and I am publishing them without any corrections I will soon upload a few of my poems  | Guestbook | |
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