Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came, and went and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread 

Of this desolation; and all hearts 
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires - and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings, the huts, 
The habitations of all things which dwell, 
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
 
And men were gathered round their blazing homes 
To look once more into each other's face; 
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye 
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: 
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; 
Forest were set on fire but hour by hour 
They fell and faded and the crackling trunks 
Extinguish'd with a crash and all was black. 

The brows of men by the despairing light 
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits 
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down 
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;

And others hurried to and fro, and fed 
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up 
With mad disquietude on the dull sky, 
The pall of a past world; and then again 
With curses cast them down upon the dust, 
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, 

And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremolous; and vipers crawl'd 
And twined themselves among the multitude, 
Hissing, but stingless, they were slain for food:
And War, which for a moment was no more, 
Did glut himself again; a meal was bought 
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart 
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; 

All earth was but one thought and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang 
Of famine fed upon all entrails men 
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured, 
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corpse, and kept 
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay, 

Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead 
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan 
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand 
Which answered not with a caress, he died. 
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two 
Of an enormous city did survive, And they were enemies; 
They met beside 

The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things 
For an unholy usage; they raked up, 
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands 
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath 

f you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

Now must I these three praise 
Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days:
One because no thought,
Nor those unpassing cares,
No, not in these fifteen
Many-times-troubled years,
Could ever come between
Mind and delighted mind;
And one because her hand
Had strength that could unbind
What none can understand,
What none can have and thrive,
Youth's dreamy load, till she
So changed me that I live
Labouring in ecstasy.
And what of her that took
All till my youth was gone
With scarce a pitying look?
How could I praise that one?
When day begins to break
I count my good and bad,
Being wakeful for her sake,
Remembering what she had,
What eagle look still shows,
While up from my heart's root
So great a sweetness flows
I shake from head to foot.

Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign
To put upon the cover of this book?
Who heard thee singing in the distance dim,
The vague, far greenness of the enshrouding wood,
When the damp freshness of the morning earth
Was full of pungent sweetness and thy song?.

Who followed over moss and twisted roots,
And pushed through the wet leaves of trailing vines
Where slanting sunbeams gleamed uncertainly,
While ever clearer came the dropping notes,
Until, at last, two widening trunks disclosed
Thee singing on a spray of branching beech,
Hidden, then seen; and always that same song
Of joyful sweetness, rapture incarnate,
Filled the hushed, rustling stillness of the wood?.

We do not know what bird thou art. Perhaps
That fairy bird, fabled in island tale,
Who never sings but once, and then his song
Is of such fearful beauty that he dies
From sheer exuberance of melody. 

For this they took thee, little bird, for this
They captured thee, tilting among the leaves,
And stamped thee for a symbol on this book.
For it contains a song surpassing thine,
Richer, more sweet, more poignant. And the poet
Who felt this burning beauty, and whose heart
Was full of loveliest things, sang all he knew
A little while, and then he died; too frail

~~SuManje~~

Who prop, thou ask'st in these bad days, my mind?
He much, the old man, who, clearest-souled of men,
Saw The Wide Prospect, and the Asian Fen,
And Tmolus hill, and Smyrna bay, though blind.

Much he, whose friendship I not long since won,
That halting slave, who in Nicopolis
Taught Arrian, when Vespasian's brutal son
Cleared Rome of what most shamed him. But be his

My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul,
From first youth tested up to extreme old age,
Business could not make dull, nor passion wild;

Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole;
The mellow glory of the Attic stage,
Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child
.

When all, and birds, and creeping beasts,
When the dark of night is deep,
From the moving wonder of their lives
Commit themselves to sleep.

Without a thought, or fear, they shut
The narrow gates of sense;
Heedless and quiet, in slumber turn
Their strength to impotence.

The transient strangeness of the earth
Their spirits no more see:
Within a silent gloom withdrawn,
They slumber in secrecy.

Two worlds they have--a globe forgot,
Wheeling from dark to light;
And all the enchanted realm of dream
That burgeons out of night.

~~SuManje~~

Come, Sleep; 
O Sleep! 
the certain knot of peace. 
The baiting-place of wit, 
the balm of woe, 
The poor man's wealth, 
the prisoner's release, 
Th' indifferent judge between the high and low; 
With shield of proof shield me from out the prease 
Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw: 
O make in me those civil wars to cease; 
I will good tribute pay, if thou do so. 
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, 
A chamber deaf to noise and blind of light, 
A rosy garland and a weary head; 
And if these things, as being thine by right, 
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, 
Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.

Morning at the Window
They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.

The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

~~Sumanje~~

My river runs to thee. 
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
Oh! sea, look graciously.

I’ll fetch thee brooks
from spotted nooks.
Say, sea, Take me!



What is our life? A play of passion, 
Our mirth the music of division, 
Our mother's wombs the tiring-houses be, 
Where we are dressed for this short comedy. 
Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, 
That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. 
Our graves that hide us from the setting sun 
Are like drawn curtains when the play is done. 
Thus march we, playing, to our latest rest, 
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest. 

I'd love to wish you,
'happy everything',
I want to kiss you,
'bless everything'
I need to sing,
'Happy everything'
I want to shout,
'Happy everything', to you
The sun is out,
bright blue is the sky.
nothing out of place, were all gonna try
'Happy everything'
People sing.......'Happy everything'
The priest chant..'Happy everything'
The kids cry........'Happy everything'
Everyone wants..'Happy everything'
Everything is happy,
we are all so glad.
Everything is happy,
please don't be so sad.

In a World where many have ulcers due to worry and stress
And where people are judged by material success
And since everyone answers to the reaper's call
The happy one is the most successful of all.
For the top job the happy one does not compete
And the happy one never feels sad in defeat
Not to be a hero or catch the big fish
Just to be happy in life is the happy one's wish.
The happy one can be a he or a she
But to find such a person do not look for me
Since like many others i feel weighed down by care
Though people like me they have never been rare.
The happy one everyone wishes to know
And the friends of the happy one in numbers grow
One who is not tainted by conceit or guile
And one who finds it easy to laugh and to smile.

When you take up a mission with passion

There are no dreams too large
No innovation unimaginable
No frontiers beyond reach
Follow your passion and success will follow you!

Our passions are the winds that propel our vessel
Our reason is the pilot that steers her
Without winds the vessel would not move
Without a pilot she would be lost
Follow your passion and success will follow you!



Never underestimate the power of passion

Without passion religion is spiritless
Without passion history is meaningless
Without passion art is useless
Follow your passion and success will follow you!



To achieve something great in the world you need passion

To fulfill vision, a great leader’s courage comes from passion
Whatever it may be, you must find your passion
If passion drives you, let reason hold the reins
Follow your passion and success will follow you!


~~SuManje~~~

Love is like the wild rose-briar, 
Friendship like the holly-tree 
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms 
But which will bloom most constantly? 

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring, 
Its summer blossoms scent the air; 
Yet wait till winter comes again 
And who will call the wild-briar fair? 

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now 
And deck thee with the holly's sheen, 
That when December blights thy brow 
He may still leave thy garland green. 

~~su manje~~

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. 
sumanje~~

Told them I, I am the bye
The honest word of a lie
Said forsaken of the tongues
Screamed downward of the sky

That my soul is the lost praise
Born of agony and raving craze
And my steps, spirited with motions
Gloomed at corners of wakeful laze

Saints and Doctors declared me forsaken
From life to death my heart is taken
That my words are the unreachable sigh
And a sigh spelled of lips shaken

And though the sun glares every tree
With warmth and calmness strikes the sea
My life is a frosting path bearing
No heat warming hope to me

And though everything owns a name
One of glory and one of shame
Mine is murdered in ignorance
Out of birth and of fame

And shall my days live no highness
My nights and dawns die in silence
Alone in the coffin of solitude
Dead in whisper of rotten shyness

And shall the dreams announce me dead
On old chair or broken bed
Covered by the dust of suicide
Upon traces of colors red

Silently

We were out for walk when I turned her way
Your not gonna like it but I have to say

Her face went pale and she put up her guard
Knowing my news would hit her hard

I said I can't love you, I'm sorry, I tried
It was her left eye that teared, but her heart that cried

She said I hate you and she turned and ran
She looked back and yelled, you're not even a man

I chased after her, though she drifted from sight
I was so scared now, concerned that she might

I got to her house, my worst fear came true
As she stood holding the knife, she yelled screw you

It took this moment to help me see
That I truly loved her, and she truly loved me

Now my love is on the edge, and it wasn't an act
I told her I loved her, that I took it all back

She said it's a lie, you don't love me
But this kitchen knife does and it can set me free

I started to beg, please honey, no
But she closed her eyes and in it did go

It was so much pain she couldn't stand anymore
She dropped to her knees, then down to the floor

I ran to her body and crouched at her side
The pain I was feeling I couldn't hide

It was all my fault, that my love took her life
It may as well have been me, holding the knife

I held her hand, and touched her face
I tried to stop the bleeding just above her waist

The last thing she said is forever in my mind
That I killed my true love and that's hard to find

I long for your smile
tender touch, and strong arms 
Arms I run to, throw myself 
between your charm 
****
You weren't there 
when desperation 
and emptiness accompanied me 
No more tears to wipe
you are not around
and you'll never be 
****
You ran away 
and left me alone
I looked, no one was there
I was alone in this world
looking around
for your care 
****
Why did you leave 
me on my own
I was sad not 
for missing you
I realized I've been 
always alone 
****
I cried not because its over
but for the missing 
part in my heart 
No! I wont say 
I am in love
glass doesn't mend 
once shattered a part
****
I'll keep pain 
inside from now on
with my broken
heart I,ll roam 
loneliness taught 
my heart to sing
yet aches for a place 
to call home 



Where do they go
when they have 
no place to call home
Live and be broken
or hope they'll 
mend on their own 
****
Time heals wounds
and enables us to forget
Wait! Time has no value 
to aching broken hearts
****
I long for your smile
tender touch, and strong arms 
Arms I run to, throw myself 
between your charm 
****

You are the sun 
that shines on me
you pick me up
in times of need
you fill the sky with my air
it would be impossible 
to breath if you werent there
you are the ground for which i walk
clearing the way 
so i don't trip on a rock
you are the tears 
in which i cry
moistening my face 
during hard times
you help me stand 
on my own two feet
for myself i know how to think 
you always know how make me smile

When you are hurt i pick you up 
And i give and i give you the biggest smile
You bring me to the office and wait a while

You make me happy when i am sad
But when im mad u dont wanna interfere
But there is a way to make me happy near

All you gotta do is is make a fake tear 
Or make me laugh or make me play a game
But if it lame then then im not playing that game

But you are a friend that can make me cheer up

This was from my heart
I hope you dont tell me somthing that will break my heart.