To be Or not to be... ...Shakespeare
When I was young my teachers were the old. I gave up fire for form till I was cold. I suffered like a metal being cast. I went to school to age to learn the past. Now when I am old my teachers are the young. What can't be molded must be cracked and sprung.
Sitting on a small mount Of which feet are on the river Splashing waves with her hands She sang the song of disunion ...Sahar Raman Deep
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes the garden path. And when I come to the garden ground, The whir of sober birds Up from the tangle of withered weeds Is sadder than any words A tree beside the wall stands bare,
my mind makes stories of its own when none exist and is unable to comprehend what exists in its own right ...Sahar Raman Deep
In no hurry Am I To be with him Or with them The lights of soul I am content In the mess That I am For mess is what Defines me Hundreds of books Scattered on bed Chair is a wardrobe And so is my floor Papers are not in files But mixed
No This is not what I want No This is not what I seek No This is not what I aspire to be I am an atom In the freely flowing Breeze I am a particle of water In the intoxicated stream I am none other than The speck of light Leaving the sun
Will you Give me your bracelet? Why would you Want it? It shall always Remind me of your presence And the way you Bind me In love ...Sahar Raman Deep