Give me but some music
- in heavens empty hours -
a piece of song, giddy-paced
and innocence for innocence
I’m a horse that never tires
While a cup of wine
makes light airs
and merry hearts
It too can unyoke the humour of the immature,
“So, wait, you think if you say a few right things
I’ll let you on it?”
Ha! No I won’t
you weak spirit
I see right through you
Oh, I’m not lily-white of hue,
I’m more the colour of blood red roses
But that one there, *pointing*
he relieves my passion
see this ring?
I frisk for him
.
.
Songs for this:
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
Landslide (feat. Gwyneth Paltrow) - Glee Cast
Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
Yay! Some cold at last, and even a dusting of snow.
We moved back into the dorm—braving knife-like breezes—yesterday.
It was bracing and heroic - do I want it to warm up?
That’s a hard no.
let’s wax poetic..
Think not of winter as bleak
wrap your steely bones warmly, wear a cap
—for gelid wintertide can bind us together.
Midwinter is the time o' the year to be warm hearted,
to find a companion, a creature fair, a lass (or a manly man)
and suggest a more temperate snuggle— it can do no harm to try.
Think not of winter as bleak
make sweet use of flattery, and face cold’s embrace
likewise, cheek to cheek, with a warming and open heart.
.
.
Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
. The opera of loneliness
by B. joycee rani
‘’the weeping eyes has started to sterile ‘’,
‘’the yellow skin with red stains ,bruises began to bleed’’.
‘’the monster of evil has me to eat’’.
‘’my mind began to rot ‘’,
My heart and locked-mouth has something to tell a lot’’.
My phobia of death has now gone,
When loneliness carries me on.
I forgot my diet and appetite,
Even vomited blood with phlegm.
But, why to worry about it ?
When I have loneliness with me.
The old father hits me with a leather belt imprinted ,
When I don’t do chores and study when he needed.
The old mother mocks and taunts me down,
When I neglect to do with my numbed-stricken ,
Wounded hands around.
I fall for it, accidently;
But, loneliness never betrayed me .
It is as lovely as an infant;
And caring as mother cow.
I will never leave it ,
Till my heart stops now and still’’.
Rani Chandra born in seventy-six
was a gorgeous Hindu actress
winner of the Miss Kerala pageant
famous throughout India and now the world
our country cheered her on with glee
Oye me teray ton wadda bay gairat an oye,
Tun meri dhe rani nu yadya kyun ay oye ict?
Note.Oye mur ja oye teka kadon lawana ay?
Refresh
Refined
React
R three R's to
Reform
Redefine
Regain your
Relation with
Raja(king/ government)
Rani(family) and
Region(motherland) for
Repay the universe means
Rejoice
Recreate
Recycle your
Races to live on the planet happily
Remember
Recall
Re join my friends to
Replace hatred, war and agony.
Qisa Khawani
Shamsa rani..
king
royal, sovereign
glorifying, honoring, canonizing
emperor, majesty, rani, contessa
coronating, serving, advising
empress, matriarch
queen
Date created:08/10/2021
Heavy summer
After the month of Rani i hold my mothers hand
I asked for a story she making me bore with my childhood which I had been listen
She then laughed and said I will tell your kids
We sat near a tree
We open our box it's full with some types of delicious taste suddenly I got to know their is not minerals of juices or water
Uhh Uhh we blame each other but whom to ask bangles of lu is out
Silence for while
I took a stone and hit the tree it's coconut under which we had picking
After so many try I found it's not so height so some how I climbed and trash bunch
When I looked down I shot maa how could I get down aasman sey gira nariyal paied par aatka? She said wait I will call someone
Janey kaab aaeygi?
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
The English treated the Indians as slaves,
And we were arrested in our own cave.
Lack of unity made them strong;
Won’t we get freedom our hearts longed.
Lots of struggles and fights,
But there emerged a non-violence might.
Hundreds of people became prey to the bullet fire….
And it was done by general dyer.
The Brahmin sepoy fired the police station
Which glowed the great revolt of our nation..
The brave lady Rani laxmi bai
Fought against the british with lot of joy.
Atlast,our independence is glown..
With lots of life blown,
Let’s salute all the freedom fighters;
With unity to make INDIA more brighter…
Her memories swell-up in our bosom spontaneously
And get hold our whole being so overwhelmingly
Moistening our eyes and lifting our spirits joyfully
That asserts her deep love for us all, quite candidly.
Her years of memorable stay with us here precisely
Was caringly ordained by the providence specially
To assuage our woes that gripped us so mercilessly
Offered succour to the entire household constantly.
Hard-boiled masses perhaps may never understand
That unarguably cemented our sentimental bond
That ever lives on between us and affectionate Rani
Defy all dry logic and rationale of doubting mind.
Is it possible to insulate scent from a cute flower?
Or warmth from the bosom of a godlike mother
Or ardour from the inviting hugs of a friend near
Suffer amnesia from the memoirs of Rani, the dear.
Fifteen long years of sweet and constant bond
Made her part and parcel of our very being
Though there is the seemingly bodily separation
She ever lives in our hearts as a steady companion.
( Rani )
If I could
My beautiful niece
I would gift you
The last of my days
As this would mean
The sooner It will be
Again
‘Together
We will walk on
The beach at
Cape Leveque
Once upon a time there was a palace over a secluded hill
Where lived an Indian blooded ‘Rani’ (Queen) with an inky will
Equipped and armed with a resourceful screen
With the might of her pen, for revolution she would melodiously scream
Each time the ordinary would look up to the hill and see
The flames in her bosom passionately rising to create history
The lushest of Kings from neighbouring lands
Chose to ride for eons to witness the miracles of her resourceful hands
With faith and light, she ruled from land to shore
Glitches out of their virginity; all nipped to the core
Against all bitterness her love spread like the chimes of the Big Ben
To save rebellious souls, she would walk unarmed in to any lion’s den
The Savage, many times would plot for her 'Raj' (kingdom) to crumble away
Not possible! For this Royal tigress each night would humbly kneel and pray.
I'm a big fan of Doctor Who.
I'm talking about the classic series, not the new.
The Doctor defeated the Daleks, the Zygons and the Cybermen.
He also defeated the Master, the Rani, the Quarks and Zoden.
The first episode was aired over fifty years ago in November of 1963.
Tom Baker was my favorite Doctor, my 2nd favorite was Jon Pertwee.
Rani, I am want to play
as the children to my near by huts
My Toys and friends are calling me
to talk and play with them
My eyes are searching stars and moon
to have my dinner from my hands
I want to sleep in my mom's laps and
want to travel on my father's back
Listen Mom, I want to play
Not to send me to schools and creche
I hate to cry and weep in there
Let me allow to stay in home and
allow me to enjoy my childish days
[It is the Poetry expressing The Feelings and expectations of a Three years female child]
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