Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep

gr8 poem to share with and the nostalgia it brings with the compassionate desire of acheiving success is the future is amazing in true sense it cherishes the desire to dream bigger than the biggest dream ever built.

a vintage all tym hit poem love this

recent encounter with the poem by walt whit man verses was very good experience

Whoever you are, Holding me now in Hand.

1 WHOEVER you are, holding me now in hand,

Without one thing, all will be useless,

I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,

I am not what you supposed, but far different.

2 Who is he that would become my follower?

Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

3 The way is suspicious—the result uncertain, perhaps destructive;

You would have to give up all else—I alone would ex- pect to be your God, sole and exclusive,

Your novitiate would even then be long and exhaust- ing,

The whole past theory of your life, and all conformity to the lives around you, would have to be aban- doned;

Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further—Let go your hand from my shoulders,

Put me down, and depart on your way.

4 Or else, by stealth, in some wood, for trial,

Or back of a rock, in the open air,

(For in any roof'd room of a house I emerge not—nor in company,

And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,)

But just possibly with you on a high hill—first watch- ing lest any person, for miles around, ap- proach unawares,

Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea, or some quiet island,

Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you,

With the comrade's long-dwelling kiss, or the new husband's kiss,

For I am the new husband, and I am the comrade.

5 Or, if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,

Where I may feel the throbs of your heart, or rest upon your hip,

Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;

For thus, merely touching you, is enough—is best,

And thus, touching you, would I silently sleep and be carried eternally.

6 But these leaves conning, you con at peril,

For these leaves, and me, you will not understand,

They will elude you at first, and still more afterward —I will certainly elude you,

Even while you should think you had unquestionably caught me, behold!

Already you see I have escaped from you.

7 For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book,

Nor is it by reading it you will acquire it,

Nor do those know me best who admire me, and vauntingly praise me,

Nor will the candidates for my love, (unless at most a very few,) prove victorious,

Nor will my poems do good only—they will do just as much evil, perhaps more;

For all is useless without that which you may guess at many times and not hit—that which I hinted at;

Therefore release me, and depart on your way.

Indian cinema stopped dreaming kisans???

Remember "mere desh ki dharti sona ugle "by manoj kumar alias bharat kumar.Portrayed as indian farmer and son of our own soil.Now we hear this song in 15th august or if you are lucky enough sometimes in 26 jan.Remember how bollywood showed a mother india gelled wid what u called sanskriti.to name a few do beegha zameen was another movie which arose the sentiments of our grand fathers and fathers.people use to talk of the scenarios exsiting and consequences of the rapid industrilization and urbanisation.earlier people used to leave their villages migrate to city and started growing there.Their own old days friend turned to them as"dehati"no feelings pertained inside their hearts now except sympathy.Indian cinema showed that cashed it and led our agricultural india to a new stage called urbanisation of cinemas.Manoj kumar was replaced by rajesh khanna then rishi kapoor but this is not all city was too small to be cashing in all the goodies and full fillment of money bags.Now the movement of indian cinema along with the indians lead to the new era and what we call it as a age of globlisation we move around the globe our actors who were dancing in the stage shows now started moving on red carpet.The bharat kumar potrayal changed into mohan of swades.Raj,nri of ddlj turn to india for wooing the indian girlfriend .kjo's movie with pomp and lavish families overtook the middle class families issues of rishikesh mukherjee and bardjatya common man.Cinema started cashing the brain drain.Bhartiya Nari's potrayal changed and turned to the hot and pot bipasha basu and to kangna ranut of fashion.We started figuring out the issues which we don't or a rk narayan's "common man"don't want to think like homosexuality dostana like movies come to platform with huge budgets.BUT WHERE DID THE AGRICULTURAL INDIA LOST??WHY WE KILLED THE FARMERS FROM INDIAN CINEMA??WHY WE START SELLIN SLUM SHIT TO THE WORLD AND YET SINGING JAI HO.??WHY?? WHY??this will not strike to any body because who cares??you spend the 500-1000 rupees to buy a ticket in your favourite cineplex or mall.who wants to see real india.Nobody.

Meanwhile stats show 70% are still engaged with agriculture share in our gdp growh had turned down from 46% in 1960 to 20%in 2009.In one of yhe articles Sociologist Shiv Viswanathan says it’s no wonder that the farmer has been written off. He says, “The kisaan has become an object in the experiment of biotechnology, and that too without any sense of modernity. If only agriculture in India was more modern, the farmer wouldn’t look so out of place and out of breath.”

JAAGO BHARAT JAAGO KYUKI AB SO JAOGE TO AAKHEN SAPNE NHI DEKHNE DENGI.

THOUSAND REASONS

I think of a reason;
Mighty reason;
why u are away;
I got none one but a
thousand reason of your betray;

I see none one, in the darkness
of dismay,I search for you;
I ask for u,for the causes,
and seek for the hope of ray;

In the mind when I was left alone;
And nothing left to say;
I haunt for the reason;
a mighty reason;
and thousand to be explained;

Hope is going away
I' m dying,for the reason ,
I don't want to know;
But she is urging me;
To find a reason ,
a mighty reason;
one of the thousand reason;
Why she is away;
A little left to say,
as I come across the only way'
when hearts need some one
And ask for only thing;
Did i got any one reason,
of the thousand reasons,
for why she is away??
I seek for something ;
for I got nothing ,
only thosand reasons,
Of dismay....

hello!!! i waz dreaming than whether atleast one will read my blog or not.....and till now my dream is a still a dream ...no worries no guilt....for i'm not Mr AMITABH BACCHAN nor Mr.GHAJINI and also nor i'm busy in wooing my counterpart !!!!that fascinates our society........we r like that only.....our life is like a simple novel written by ...simple authors..but we could not accept it like that we want a J.K.Rowling element in our life.....ok..nowdays everyday its turning out to be...fr enemy attacking taj are bravo rescuing it frm them....but what we do is to take it like as good as a daily soap of UTV productions or like india tv pathetic newz........
yesterday i was watching a documentry on ambani's capital that amounted in millions..and trillions...that is called carving of areal dream into a reality...we have idealistic example..of dhirubhai..... my blog title is to certain aspired by Mr Dhirubhai...LIFE ONLY when we learn how to dram bigger than the biggest.....
thanks fr today....