Love and marriage go hand in hand
A rhyme cannot be wrote if mind Wavers elsewhere and fails to find Right words, right thoughts, also right urge And if it does, it’ll sound like grind A grind of mostly useless splurge So poetry comes when right things merge! As rhyme and mind will meet to mate So love and marriage have same...
Questioning the arrangement of love
There is always a lot of life in a question. More life than a mere answer can ever dream of having. Questions keep the debate going on, let the war rage on, allow people to over-step their jurisdiction and think fresh, push desire and ambition to move their butt and go forth into the unknown....
Love defined
(A sonnet in syllables) Red lips, kohled eyes, bounce in her steps A glance that zipped and zoomed with zest For everyone she was the best Moreover when she wore her specs She seemed like one who loved the depths! She figured figures in a test Her math to her was like a fest...
Dinner with God
Dinner with God haunt fantasy squeeze through time mate life with soul clutch delicious promises hand wine some music then fly out to find joy! Poem by Arvind Passey 23 August 2010
The Magic of Gratitude
Educating oneself to make gratitude mean something that cannot be taken for granted, and always eager to seek out and value the kind that will stand behind the action. Nothing that is done is a matter of course. Everything originates in a spirit for the excellence, which is directed at you. Train yourself never to...
