I may not get to see you as often as i like.
i may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night.
but deep in my heart i truly know,
you’re the one that i love, and i can’t let you go.

Beautiful……

i look through the window and see in the skies
the beautiful blueness of your beautiful eyes

i look at the bark of a tree and the brown i see there
is the beautiful browness of your beautiful hair

i look at the ocean as the wave rips
and i see beautiful roundness to your beautiful hips

i listen to the radio and with every station choice
i hear the beautiful sharpness of your beautiful voice

i listen to the breeze and the storm in the sky
i hear the cowardice shake in my cowerdice sigh

because though you look beautiful nd sound beautiful too
i could never be brave enough to ask that question to you…….:)))

She walks in beauty, like the night
of cloud ness climes and starry skies,
and all that’s best of dark and bright
meet in her aspect and her eyes…

Let the ascetics sing of the garden of paradise__
we who dwell in the true ecstasy can forget their vase-tamed bouquet
in our hall of mirrors, the map of one face appears
as the sun’s magnificence would bauble a word made of dew
hidden in this image is also its end
as peasants’ lives, harbor revolt and unthreshed corn sparks with fire
hidden in my silence are a thousand abandoned longings
my words the darkened oil lamp on a stranger’s unspeaking grave
ghalib the road of change is before you always
the only line stitching this world’s scattered parts

I marvel how nature could ever find space
for so many contrasts in one human face
there’s thought and no thought,
and there’s paleness and bloom
and bustle and sluggishness,
pleasure and gloom

"imagination, which in truth
is but another name for absolute power
and clearest insight, amplitude of mind,
and reason, in her most exalted mood.”