Conscience

O! my conscience,
Stay with me.
In your absence,
My life'll be
In pain.
O my conscience,
You're helping me
In all times,
By urging
And forcing me
To be
A good man
Of some sort.

M Rezvie Omerdeen
36/19 Harrison Jones Road
Matale
Sri Lanka

Life was Sweet

When we come to the end
Of the last long mile,

Shall we say that the journey
Was not worth while?
Not if we've loved
These simple things:
The scent of flowers
And the rush of wings-
Not if we've
Loved a garden green,
And found a joy
In a quiet scene-
Not if in Beauty
We've divined-
The loveliness of
The Eternal Mind

If we've found the friends
Upon the way-
Well contented,
We shall say,
With the journey done
And the task complete-
That God was good
And life was sweet.

Patience Strong

Life was Sweet

When we come to the end
Of the last long mile,

Shall we say that the journey
Was not worth while?
Not if we've loved
These simple things:
The scent of flowers
And the rush of wings-
Not if we've
Loved a garden green,
And found a joy
In a quiet scene-
Not if in Beauty
We've divined-
The loveliness of
The Eternal Mind

If we've found the friends
Upon the way-
Well contented,
We shall say,
With the journey done
And the task complete-
That God was good
And life was sweet.

Patience Strong

Frustration

Frustration
Has exceeded my limits,
Since I lost
My love.
Long and grey
Is my beard.

Whatever comes
On my way
In these times,
Is filled nothing
But sorrow.
For me, everyday
Is a long day.
Tired, are my eyes,
I'm lonely too.
May be,
I'm entering
The spirit of
Old age.

M Rezvie Omerdeen
Matale
Sri Lanka

I'm Only a Simple Man

   In the school of kindness,
   I'm only a primary student.
   In the garden of beauty,
   I'm only a good admirer.
   In the atmosphere of music,
   I'm only a keen listener.
   In the field of poetry,
   I'm only a normal scribbler.
   In the ocean of knowledge,
   I'm only a drop o'water.
   In the world of harmony,
   I'm only a peace-lover.
   In the circle of human-race,
   I'm only a simple man.

~ M Rezvie Omerdeen

26th November 2012

   
   

Discipline

“Discipline

I am old and I have had
more than my share of good and bad.

I've had love and sorrow, seen sudden death
and been left alone and of love bereft.

I thought I would never love again
and I thought my life was grief and pain.

The edge between life and death was thin, 
but then I discovered discipline.

I learned to smile when I felt sad, 
I learned to take the good and the bad, 
I learned to care a great deal more
for the world about me than before.

I began to forget the "Me" and "I"
and joined in life as it rolled by: 
this may not mean sheer ecstasy
but is better by far than "I" and "Me.” 
― Meryl Gordon

Dreamgirl

	Dreamgirl Like a pearl in the ocean Glittering star in the sky Bright flower in a garden Beauty in a rainy night Waves in the ocean may stop flowing Stars in the sky may stop twinkling Sun may not shine again But your beauty will never end Your enriching bright smile Your twinkling blue eyes your pure golden heart You are a goddess inside You gave me happiness to my sad world My heart was full of joy because of you My tears stopped I got life again You were a mermaid to my dark world My eyes search for you where are you My arms wait to embrace you This heart beats for you all my life This is a feeling that will never die By Kusal Sanjeeva Sri Lanka

My Two Naughty Brothers

Author:	Hiruni Peiris, Sri Lanka
Poem	MY TWO NAUGHTY BROTHERS I have two naughty brothers, Both younger than me, One is eight And the other is three. Their characters vary At different times, They are very helpful But annoying sometimes They know how to annoy me Much than anyone does And also they know to make me happy Oh yes that they know, yes They know how I get annoyed They know that I hate my books ripped They also know that I'll cheer up When in the morning they bring my tea cup Brothers maybe annoying sometimes, yes that's true If you have a brother you'll say he's a pain But I think you better think carefully again! -By Hiruni Peiris  Sri Lanka

The Smell of Thousand Carnation

A poem for Raj KAPOOR

Posted in Labels: 2006, December, hale, Istanbul, Oyal, Raj Kapoor Fanclub, Turkey

( A poem for Raj KAPOOR)


THE SMELL OF THOUSANDS CARNATION

Snow is about falling
Night approaches
Through my window winter settle in

from my eyes to yours starry celestial passing by
my bossom being fondled by thousands of carnation
Therein from my eyes serenely I am collecting the stars
Autumn wind in the thick of my hair and hands
I am escape from my self
To face with solemn images of my face
That bleeding
Breaking in to thousands at mirrors

Snow is about falling
Night approaches
Through my window winter settle in

Time afterall is a locker marching backwards
blooming by the smell of thousands carnation
Thus can not be opened…

Hale Oyal

December 2006 / Istanbul / TURKEY ( Translated turkish into english by Erkut Tokman )

http://s6.zetaboards.com/RajKapoorFanclub/topic/751921/1/

A poem for Raj Kapoor

A poem For Raj Kapoor - Mera Naam Joker

Posted in Labels: 2007, hale, Istanbul, Mera Naam Joker, Oyal, Turkey

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Solitude Invisible or MERA NAAM JOKER

Now,
Time, is a long movie, black and white
gets wet
in my hands...

Now,
Time, is a automn's bird, rainy
looks by my eyes
weary...

A solitude invisible
In the wardrobes
runs away from the crowd
by the shadow plays...

And
In the twilight of the sunset
A joker, old-fashioned, shouts slowly:

" The game is over
Close the curtains ! "




Hale Oyal

July 2007 - ISTANBUL / TURKEY

http://s6.zetaboards.com/RKForum/topic/751921/2/

I Want to See You

“I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come 'round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come 
into a room you've just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way 
you purse your lips
then let them part, 
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy 
of how you whisper 
"more” 
― Rumi

Number One Teacher

Number One Teacher

(Name of teacher),
I'm happy that you're my teacher;
I enjoy each lesson you teach.
As my role model you inspire me
To dream and to work and to reach.

With your kindness you get my attention;
Every day you are planting a seed
Of curiosity and motivation
To know and to grow and succeed.

You help me fulfill my potential;
I'm thankful for all that you've done.
I admire you each day, and I just want to say,
As a teacher, you're number one!

By Joanna Fuchs

A Teacher Gets A+

The Teacher Gets A+

I look forward to your class
When I come to school.
You're an awesome teacher;
I think you're very cool.

You're smart and fair and friendly;
You're helping all of us.
And if I got to grade you,
From me you'd get A+!

By Joanna Fuchs

A Teacher Who is Just Right

A teacher who is just right

Have you had a teacher
That makes your heart glow
A teacher is wonderful
A teacher whom you feel honored to have

A teacher who you can laugh or cry with
A teacher whom you can love no matter what they do
A teacher who looks up to you when you don't know
A teacher who just seems to understand you

A teacher who you think about day and night
A teacher whom you pray for as you go to bed
A teacher who is there when need them to
Thoughts of them are always in your head

A teacher who shares with you there ups and downs
A teacher who is there for you in school
A teacher who you share all your smiles with replacing al your frowns 

Rosa Tenezaca

Our Guru

Let's honor
Our guru,
Who taught us
The craft and art
Of living.

Let's salute
Our guru,
Who instructed us
To mind our
Ps and Qs.

Let's regard
Our guru,
Who sowed the seeds
Of etiquette
To lead a social life.

Let's wish
Our guru,
Who enlightened us
The true sentiments
Of courtesy.

Let's remember
Our guru,
Who coached us
The real gentlemsnship
In sport.

Let's esteem
Our guru,
Who approached us
To be fair
In every respect.

Let's awe
Our guru,
Who spoke of ethics
Which made us
Praiseworthy citizens.

- M Rezvie Omerdeen
   Matale
   Sri Lanka.

The Cream of the Society

In the good old days,
My home-town
Was beautified
By  well-mannered men.
They were
The Cream of the Society.
Nowadays,
The Society is there,
What's lacking
Is the Cream.

M Rezvie Omerdeen
36/19 Harrison Jones' Rd,
Matale
Sri Lanka

In Politics

In politics,
They say,
There are
Either
Permanent friends
Or
Permanent enemies.
May be because
There is no
Permanent policy.

M Rezvie Omerdeen
38/19 Harrison Jones' Rd
Matale.
Sri Lanka

Mistakes and Successes

Either from our mistakes
Or from our successes,
If we could learn something,
That'd be better.

M Rezvie Omerdeen
36/19 Harrison Jones' Rd
Matale
Sri Lanka

Abode Of the Beloved

Abode of the Beloved

Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.

In that Place There Is No Happiness or Unhappiness,
No Truth or Untruth
Neither Sin Nor Virtue.
There Is No Day or Night, No Moon or Sun,
There Is Radiance Without Light.

There Is No Knowledge or Meditation
No Repetition of Mantra or Austerities,
Neither Speech Coming From Vedas or Books.
Doing, Not-Doing, Holding, Leaving
All These Are All Lost Too In This Place.

No Home, No Homeless, Neither Outside or Inside,
Micro and Macrocosm Are Non-Existent.
Five Elemental Constituents and the Trinity Are Both Not There
Witnessing Un-struck Shabad Sound is Also Not There.

No Root or Flower, Neither Branch or Seed,
Without a Tree Fruits are Adorning,
Primordial Om Sound, Breath-Synchronized Soham,
This and That - All Are Absent, The Breath Too Unknown

Where the Beloved Is There is Utterly Nothing
Says Kabir I Have Come To Realize.
Whoever Sees My Indicative Sign
Will Accomplish the Goal of Liberation. 

Kabir

Are You Looking For Me

Are you looking for me?

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine
rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding
around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but
vegetables.

When you really look for me, you will see me
instantly --
you will find me in the tiniest house of time.

Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath. 

Kabir

Taste Differs

Taste Differs

What's sauce
For the goose,
At times not sauce
For the gander.

What's sauce
For the gander,
At times not sauce
For the goose.

What's admired
By me,
At times disliked
By others.

What's admired
By others,
At times disliked
By me.

M Rezvie Omerdeen
36/19, Harrison Jones' Rd
Matale
Sri Lanka

Unity

Unity

Alone,
The White dove flew,
Fell into
The net of a hunter.
Birds
Of the similar feather,
Together they flew
And saved
The white dove.
The tale
Too fictitious.

Skin deep

The moral
It carries. 

~ M Rezvie Omerdeen

23rd September 2012



                                               

Away

“Away

There is no sorrow
Time heals never;
No loss, betrayal,
Beyond repair.
Balm for the soul, then,
Though grave shall sever
Lover from loved
And all they share.
See the sweet sun shines
The shower is over;
Flowers preen their beauty,
The day how fair!
Brood not too closely
On love, on duty;
Friends long forgotten 
May wait you where
Life with death 
Brings all to an issue;
None will long mourn for you,
Pray for you, miss you,
Your place left vacant,
You not there.” 
― Walter de la Mare

As Long As I Live

“As long as I shall live
I shall always be
My Self-and no other,
Just Me.” 
― Walter de la Mare

God

God

In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, 'Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more.'

But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, 'Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all.'

And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, 'Father, I am thy son. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom.'

And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills he passed away.

And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, 'My God, my aim and my fulfilment; I am thy yesterday and thou art my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.'

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness, and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to her, he enfolded me.

And when I descended to the valleys and the plains, God was there also. 

Khalil Gibran

Not Waving but Drowning

Not Waving but Drowning

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning. 

Stevie Smith

1914 V: THE SOLDIER

1914 V: The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven. 

Rupert Brooke

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

Overflow

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Overflow

by Mary Stone Dockery (Goodreads Author)

You tell her you are done with this farm,
with the old tractors rusting in the timber,
the flood lines etched on the tin shed.
You remember how each flood
crept to the steps of the porch
as the levy tore—
the floating picnic table,
tying the boat to the flag pole.

The way houses become islands
is routine for you.

You can no longer count
the number of buoys anchored
near your garage door.

She speaks of the lives of trees,
braced in their early years
with tarnished rods, how slowly
they seem to grow, how suddenly
they shade what was once
open space.

When you look at her hands,
you think of water receding,
all the cracked mud.
These acres are concrete slabs,
the river but bristles on a broom,
sweeping away all the seeds.

When you look at her hands,
you think of piles of things after,
in buckets and truck beds,
the way everyone stopped to look.

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One Day

One day god send a chair to Two Lovers...
The speciality of that chair was that the person sitting on it if says TRUTH, Then the GREEN light would blink 'n if person sitting on it says LIE, Then RED light would blink....

Boy sat on the chair..
GIRL-Do you LOVE me?
BOY-Yes I love You...(RED light blinks..)
GIRL-Don't worry there will be mistake dne by god..!!
I'll ask You again 'n then We'll see what Will happen...
GIRL-Do You LOVE me?
BOY-yes I love you... (GREEN light blinks)
Do you know what happened when First Time the Girl asked,
The boy actually was NOT Interested in Love with her...
he LIED ..
But when girl showed her trust onthe boy...
That boy truly started LOVING the girl....
Thats LOVE.. !

Read more: http://quotesandpoem.blogspot.com/2011/11/show-your-trust-truly-story.html#ixzz26PbaQCG2
Under Creative Commons License: Attribution

Abraham Lincoln's letter to his son's teacher

He will have to learn, I know, 
that all men are not just,
all men are not true.
But teach him also that 
for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician, 
there is a dedicated leader...
Teach him for every enemy there is a 
friend,

Steer him away from envy,
if you can,
teach him the secret of
quiet laughter.

Let him learn early that 
the bullies are the easiest to lick... Teach him, if you can,
the wonder of books... 
But also give him quiet time 
to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun, 
and the flowers on a green hillside.

In the school teach him 
it is far honourable to fail 
than to cheat... 
Teach him to have faith 
in his own ideas, 
even if everyone tells him 
they are wrong... 
Teach him to be gentle 
with gentle people, 
and tough with the tough.

Try to give my son 
the strength not to follow the crowd 
when everyone is getting on the band wagon... 
Teach him to listen to all men... 
but teach him also to filter 
all he hears on a screen of truth, 
and take only the good 
that comes through.

Teach him if you can, 
how to laugh when he is sad...
Teach him there is no shame in tears, 
Teach him to scoff at cynics 
and to beware of too much sweetness... 
Teach him to sell his brawn 
and brain to the highest bidders 
but never to put a price-tag 
on his heart and soul.

Teach him to close his ears 
to a howling mob 
and to stand and fight 
if he thinks he's right. 
Treat him gently, 
but do not cuddle him, 
because only the test 
of fire makes fine steel.

Let him have the courage 
to be impatient... 
let him have the patience to be brave. 
Teach him always 
to have sublime faith in himself, 
because then he will have 
sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order,
but see what you can do... 
He is such a fine fellow, 
my son!

All What's written

Whatever written grammatically

Could be spoken,

Whatever spoken ungrammatically

Couldn't be written.

Whatever happens in real life

Could be shown in the silver screen,

Whatever shown in the silver screen

Couldn't happen in real life.

-M REZVIE OMERDEEN

36/19, HARRISON JONES'S ROAD

MATALE

SRI LANKA

Growing Old

I used to burn,but now I smolder.
That's how I learn I'm growing growing older
-Christopher Morley

All Whats Spoken .........

All what's spoken couldn't be written, but all what's written could be spoken.
-M Rezvie Omerdeen

A DIETER'S PRAYERS FOR THE HOLIDAYS

Lord, grant me the strength that I may not fall
Into the cluthes of cholesterol.
At polyunsaturates, I'll never mutter,
For the road to hell is paved with butter.
And cake is cursed and cream is awful
And Satan is hiding in every waffle.
Beelzebub is a chocolate drop
And Lucifer is a lollpop.
Teach me the evils of hollandaise,
Of pasta and gobs of mayonnaise.
And crisp fried chicken from the South-
Lord, if you love me, shut my mouth.
Quoted by Steven A Pickett, M.D., in Organic Gardening
Laughter the Best Medicine  Reader's Digest January 1984

HOPE...........

Hope for the best.
Expect the worst.
Life is a play.
We,re unrehearsed.
-Mel Brooks, The Twelve Chairs

Melody in what-so-ever I Hear

The rustling sound
Of the falling leaves,
Relieves me,
By its melody.

The repeating flow
Of the waterfall,
Pleases me,
By its melody.

The characteristic cry
Of the cuckoo,
Amuses me,
By its melody.

The hue and cry
Of the leftist,
Delights me,
By its melody.

The echoing footsteps
Of the military-men,
Wakes me,
By its melody.

The Mullah's recital
Of the holy scripture,
Satisfies me,
By its melody.

The heart-rending Azzan
Of the Muazzin,
Mutes me,
By its melody.

The babe's weep
For quite a long time,
Saddens me,
By its melody.

The ladies' lamentation
At a funeral,
Grieves me,
By its melody.

The hearing
Of what-so-ever,
Calms me,
By its melody.


M Rezvie Omerdeen
36/19 Harrison Jones' Road
Matale
Sri Lanka

PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE

Past,
The good old days
And pleasant occasions,
I love to remember.

Present,
I'll try to make
Every valuable minute,
A happy moment.

Future,
Who knows?
Let me hope and pray,
For all what is best.

M Rezvie Omerdeen
36/19 Harrison Jones' Road
Matale
Sri Lanka

ROAMING

Roaming here and there,
Looking for a bright future,
Which never
Came across my way.

Stayed for hours, months and years,
Looking for a bright future,
Which never
Came across my way.
~ M Rezvie Omerdeen
    Matale
    Sri Lanka
    7th June 2012

A WISE OLD MAN

A wise old man,
Sat in silence.
He spoke less
And heard more.

Fathima Rifka
Greenwood  College International
Matale
Sri Lanka

THE THINGS I LIKE

I like no one ever rile,
I like to make the whole world smile.
I like to learn of books and men,
I like the flourish of a pen.
I like the arts-the world attires,
I like the knowledge that man acquires.
I like the sunshine and the breeze,
I like the rustle in the trees.
I like the flower,the bird and the bee,
I like the colours of the world I see.
I like the sun-just sink and lie,
I like the beauty of a gorgeous sky.
I like a joke that's ever so funny,
I like a wit that's o! so canny.
I like to keep my mem'ry clear,
I like to hear a voice that's dear.
I like to think how God has thought,
I like an angel of some sort.
I like all creatures-God hath made,
I like each hill and misty glade.
I like to gaze at a moon that's bright,
I like a jewelled sky at night.
I like the game of life and love,
I like my Maker, who sits above.
I like a woman who says "NO"
I like her better-when she says "NO MORE"!
I like to always take a chance,
I like a flame of a lost romance.
I like to watch the dawn break through,
But most of all-I LOVE YOU!

G B Jirasinha
Matale

SURPRISE,SURPRISE!

I VOWED "for better or for worse"-
I didn't know he'd need a nurse
And secretary-cook-cum-char.
What willy rascals husbands  are!

Ida Holmes Moss

           

Good Die Young

Good die young,
That's no bad thing.
If you say,
Bad die old,
That's a painful thing.

M Rezvie Omerdeen
36/19 Harrison Jones Road
Matale 
Sri Lanka

My Plus Point

My plus point

And my weak point

Remain the same,

When asked a favor,

I'm unable to

Turn a deaf ear.

~ M Rezvie Omerdeen

Matale

Sri Lanka.

31st May 2012

How Nice It Is

How nice it is,
To sit
By the bank o'the lake,
With my pad 'n' pen.
Wrapped up with
Emotion,
In the atmosphere of
Imagination.
Heartrending,
Is the music,
O'the flowing water.
Interesting,
It is to look at
Folks sailing in small boats.
Cool breeze,
Brings back the mem'ry,
Bursting out
In a form o'a lyric.

M Rezvie Omerdeen
36/19 Harrison Jones' Road
Matale
Sri Lanka

My Pal

My Pal                                                                                                                                                                              

My pal,     

Once faithful and a model.

To me you were

So cordial,

Similar to

David and Jonathan.

A pal, too dear.

Together we

Danced and sang,

How happy , we were?

More than 

Kin and kith.

Mutual,

You were

In all respects.

Like two parallel lines, 

Now we're.

Just like a bad dream,

Everything ended up.

Away from me

Now you're.

What on earth,

Made us depart,

Who knows?

M Rezvie Omerdeen

Matale

Sri Lanka

Friday 25th May 2012

                                                                                                                                                 

A Good Woman is .....

A good woman is like a good book- entertaining, inspiring and instructive; sometimes a bit too wordy, but when properly bound and decorated, irresistible. I wish I could afford a library. 

-R H Balsari

Good manners will open doors that the best education cannot. 
-Clarence Thomas

Each day comes bearing the gift. Untie the ribbons. 

-Ann Ruth Schabacker in 
'The Christian Science Monitor'

T    Three fourth of a cross

O    And a circle complete

B    Two semi-circles with a perpendicular to meet

A    Triangle on two legs
CC  Two semi-circles
O    And a circle complete

Two Faces

                                                                                                                   

Two Faces                                                                                                                                                                 

I know two faces,  
Two lovely faces, 

They're none other

 Than my father ‘n’ mother

This poem was written by my niece
Fathima Fazna                                                                                                                                                  

Grade 7                                                                                                                                                                                

Amina Girls' National School                                                                                                                            

Matale                                                                                                                                                                                 

Sri Lanka

BUST

Eye-catching smile,
Tells me how kicky is love.
Promising eyes,
Takes me into the realm o'fantasy.
Magnetic glance,
Drags me to the world o'romance,
Photogenic face,
Conveys a tip with a wink.
Bulging breasts,
Tempts me crazy just like a bedbug.

~M Rezvie Omerdeen

Harrison Jones Road,

Matale.

Sri Lanka.                           





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Love is......

 Love is......

Love's a song,
In real tempo, I like to sing it.
Love's a bliss,
In a proper manner, I love to taste it.
Love's a beauty,
With much pleasure, I want to admire it.
Love's a dream,
What it means, I'll try to realize.
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Love's a duty,
Honestly, I wish to perform it.
Love's a challenge,
Boldly, I'm prepared to meet it.
Love's a quiz,
By applying the know-how,I may solve it.
Love's an adventure,
Sure, I've to go through the mill.
Love's a drama,
Pleasantly, I've to play my part.
Love's my past,
'Tis the mem'ry, which makes me to live in a blue mood.
Love's my future,
For the best, let me hope.
Love's sometimes a dialogue,
In a poetic way, I shall express my views.
Love's a great gift,
'Tis the Creator, I like to extol.

M.Rezvie Omerdeen
Matale
Sri Lanka

Short Sweet Dream

Short Sweet Dream

Short sweet dream

Kept me in a fine frame of mind,
A sensation of some kind.

I admire you and I’m happy as kings,
Sure, I’ll fly if I had wings.

I compare you to a rainbow,
Decorated in colours ‘Magnificent Seven’ VIBGYOR.

You ‘re like a vanishing dew-drop on a leaf,
Sparkling elegance, far beyond a man’s belief.

‘Tis similar to a bubble in the air,
Which bursts before you say, "Hey! look there"

It won’t be in vain,
If I tell you, I lov’ to see you again.

I hope and pray,
That you may come true one fine day.

I was disturbed by the morning sunbeam,
But, hat’s off to you my worthy dream.

Though you stayed with me only for a while,
A BIG TANK Q in a real Yankee style.

~ M Rezvie Omerdeen 

2nd November 2007

M. Rezvie Omerdeen
36/19 Harrison Jones' Road 
Matale
Sri Lanka