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Afternoon
We write of dawns,
And hail the dusk,
We write of the sun, the
Moon, the stars.
But what of that pleasant
Hour of repose,
That’s never talked about?
What of the noon,
When the hands of the
Clocks,
Point to twelve,
And the meals are laid
Out for lunch?
What of the time spent,
After the meal,
When friend and foe,
Man and creature,
Rest their eyes a-while?
What of that sunny,
Slumbery time,
The hot sun and
The tired eyes,
What of the peace
Of the afternoon?
© Rhea C Dhanbhoora.
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16 febrero 
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For Tomorrow
How does one plan a life?
Do you ever know what
May occur tomorrow?
Or what will appear in
Our path of fate the next day?
We know of nothing
But the present,
We can see nothing
But what is,
We do not know what will be
And have forgotten
What has been.
And yet our eyes,
They remain fixed,
Unto a point we cannot see,
Our lives spent working towards
Goals not yet appeared.
The future is what we long
To see,
Work for tomorrow,
That’s us, always living,
For the future.
© Rhea C Dhanbhoora.
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Humans
We undertake the most
Challenging jobs,
And face death
With brave and
Courageous eyes,
We tempt the heavens
And stand tests
Against fate.
We humans are a terribly
Fearsome lot.
We kill and conquer,
And burn and banish,
Destruct and destroy,
And wish to rule the
Worlds.
We want what’s ours
And indeed, what is not,
We humans can be
A terrible race.
© Rhea C Dhanbhoora.
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Once More
I dream a dream,
I sing a song,
And wait for the beauty
I see in my eyes
To pour forth, into
The darkened world.
I wait for light
To brighten my days
And for the stars above
To glitter like diamonds
On a royal robe...
Like crystals on a string.
I wait for dawn to
Show me my path,
for dusk to beckon me,
For everything to come
Together,
Once again.
© Rhea C Dhanbhoora
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Let It Out
It's not always right
to keep emotions
All locked up inside.
This world, its true,
Can be hard and cruel,
And you might often think
Your losing grip,
But struggle to hide your tearful
smile, be strong to the world.
But in the dark,
When your all alone,
It's alright sometimes
To cry a while, hurt a while,
For emotions are but human,
And crying but water
Running down your face
In a fit of unhappiness or anger.
Don't let it eat away at you inside,
Don't allow it,
To take over your entire life,
All you have to do,
When your day is not
Exceptionally bright,
Is cease to keep it all inside,
But slowly relieve yourself of
The agony,
And let it all slip out.
© Rhea C Dhanbhoora |
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A Certain Pleasure
There is a certain pleasure
Derived from knowing
One is right.
When another falls and
Loses ground,
There is a certain pleasure
Derived from it all,
Knowing we stand taller.
In situations dark and dense,
There is a certain pleasure
Derived from knowing
We made our own way out.
And then there is,
That certain pleasure one derives,
From knowing fate is on our
Side,
And our future looks exceptionally
bright.
© Rhea C Dhanbhoora
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13 febrero 
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A Fancy Gathering
Crystal chandeliers twinkle
And wine glasses clink
Drink swirling as they meet gently,
Polished floors shine brightly,
Curtains drawn and music
Blaring.
Heels move forward and
Gowns slide down
Marble steps,
While ears and hands and
Throats blaze with fiery
Stones and
Drip in diamonds.
Twinkling laughter drifts past
And admiring eyes survey the
Luxurious decor,
H'ors-d'ouvres pass by on silver platters,
Dinner served on expensive china.......
Thus the evening passes,
The dark fades to light,
The limousines arrive,
And we wait patiently,
For another event to drive by.
© Rhea C Dhanbhoora
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Is It.......?
Is it time at last for
Joy?
Or will destruction strike
Again?
Is it time again for
Love?
Or will hate break its delicate
Strain?
Is it time to swim in
Oceans?
Or will they swell and flood the
Shores?
Is it time to smile once more and
Cheer?
Or time to frown and shake with
Fear?
Confused, caught up,
Unable to fathom,
What the world wants us
To do anymore.
Horrified at the thought
Of looking destruction
In the eye.
Is it time, at last,
To smile?
© Rhea C Dhanbhoora |
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12 febrero
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The Meaning Of Life
A question In the air,
Unspoken, unsaid,
An ever present doubt
That springs up
A question with a
Million answers,
None definite, none sure,
Assumptions a-plenty,
Answers....a hundred more.
It questions the meaning of life
A thing questioned oft before,
But never truly answered,
Since the days of yore.
In our ancestors minds
And on their lips
The question did arise,
And many tried to answer it,
But it's a mystery
That will always remain so.
Try as you might to solve it,
Set down your definitions true,
T'will remain a mystery,
The meaning.......the purpose.....
Of life.
It's not something we can determine
For its meaning is different
In every living soul.
Thus it remains unanswered,
A million assumptions and
Answers a hundred more.
But what is definite is
That the meaning of life
Is different to one and all,
And it is but your own duty
And your own responsibility
To find what lies in it
For you.
© Rhea C Dhanbhoora.
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09 febrero 
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THE ONSET OF SPRING
Winter retreats
And spring come's forth
Welcoming all with her fragrant smells,
The butterflies revel in the morning winds
The sun peeps out
Ready once more
To shine it's light upon
Us all,
For in winter it was hidden
Behind mounds of snow,
Now it's awake
And about once more.
The waters of the oceans and lakes
Cease to be frozen,
And birds in the sky returning once more
To brighten the day
With their airy flight.
And yet with the sprightly animals
Come out,
And the flowers ready to bloom,
With green washing over the world
Once more,
A trace of sadness,
Still lingers.
For though spring has arrived,
Winter, is gone,
And with it the snow and the cheer,
Santa's retired for the year,
And the tree's have come down,
The holly disappeared.
And all, in two minds,
For nothing is certain,
Winter is gone but spring has come forth,
And cheer in the air still.....
And yet...
A small part of me wishes,
Deep down,
That winter a little longer,
Would linger.....
And half of me,
Is overjoyed at the coming
Of spring.
(c) Rhea C Dhanbhoora
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31 enero 
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Irene
Her eyes alight
And sparkling yet
Gentle in their
Probing gaze,
Her vibrant nature
Pouring forth,
Yet subtle in
Her ways.
Her eyes foretell
Of wars to come
And sadness flits through
The jewelled eyes,
And yet her smile
Is ever present
For she must spread
Her message far.
She is one we all
Must know and
Yet the world her
Words ignores.
For peace must come,
On earth it goes
Before war touches the soil
Or hits our shameful
Souls.
Ah, Irene,
In English I, in Greek
Say E, different languages in
Such different ways
And yet her message
Is but one,
And spelt with P,
Oh world, say peace
For her.
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Pilgrimage
And on the hill
They see the shrine
Advancing thus towards it.
A consecrated structure
As it lies
A place for prayers
And for smiles.
Folded hands and
Murmured prayers
Upturned faces
Eyes fixed upon the
Heavens.
Towards the edifice they walk
Their eyes alight with
Feeling
And send their thanks
To the one above
For leading them
On this journey
And to this place.
And on they tread
On rocks and stones
Their bare feet cracked,
Heads hung low,
Towards the line of
Mortals gaining
Entrance to the
Solitary holy structure
On the mountain.
And folded hands
And tearful smiles
For they are here at last,
And their eyes are fixed
Unto the heavens.
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Normal?
The ocean swells
And sweeps over the shore,
Onto the murky banks.
The blue green waters
Overflow,
And seep through the
Pores of the land.
And then it rains,
Big, heavy drops of rain
Washing over the ground,
The heavens weeping
Wailing thus, that
The earth has come
To this!
It's shaking again
The massive ground,
Property breaks and
The winds destruct,
Lives are snatched away
In the wink of an eye,
Red hot lava
Flows down a mountain
Up over there.
there's destruction
All around us,
There's the tearing
Apart,
Of our lives.
And thats just normal,
In our world.
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There's Time
There's time left yet,
Time enough to pass well,
And yet it feels as though
It's passing awai
Sooner than it should.
There's time enough
To fulfill all your dreams,
But if you don't begin
To work towards them now,
Time will cease to wait
For you to grow
And simply walk on by.
Past those unimportant years
When all you did was
Follow orders and do
What you were told to do
Time passes by all those
Months and years,
Too fast to stop
And smell the roses.
And yet, that time that
Seems to pass on by is
Actually years, months,
weeks and days,
It just seems to skip by.
There's not much left it seems,
No time as such,
And yet in truth,
There's many years.
But still,
We must work towards
Our goals
Before our time
Slips by and
Fades away.
(c) Rhea C Dhanbhoora
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This is a bit long but I couldn't help putting it up...it's a bit sad too but...!! I wrote in December 2005 and just came across it again today while clearing out my schoolbag!
Adieu, Little One
At first, it was all
Sunshine and roses,
No shadows to mark your path,
No whispers in the still of night,
No tears flowing down your cheeks.
You were all there,
And time flew by,
Until one day the innocence
Was lost,
And reality hit you hard,
Harder than it should have,
And your heart was torn apart.
He lay by the window
And looked up at you
From the white hospital bed,
A tear ran unchecked,
Down his cheek,
And you wondered what
Was happening.
The doctors said he
Was going to be fine......
Oh how they hid the truth.
He knew, and he told you.
He was living now,
On borrowd time,
And he smiled, as though
He knew what it was like to die,
And said it would be all right.
You did everything you could,
And then he told you,
He loved the sky, that
soon he would be high
Up there, among the stars
In the milky way,
He'd be watching you
As you lived down below.
So you took him up in
A hot air balloon,
Over lush green meadows
That stretched for miles,
Over a countryside so pretty
It hurt your eyes.
And then he, the little
Lad he was,
Looked up at you, and
Smiled with sad tears and
said "Thank you, thank
You for this moment"
And those simple words
Hit you so hard, touched
You so deep.
But you couldn't cry,
You had to be strong,
You were older, you were a man,
And he, was but a lad.
And then one day,
A quiet afternoon, you sat
On the white hospital beds
And ran your hands over
The crisp white sheets,
And a tear slid down your cheek.
That empty bed! Your throat choked up,
Your heavy heart held you
Down.
You saw his smile, his clear blue eyes, his childlike
Face, heard his wavering voice
That spoke courageously
To the end.
he was but a lad.
But what the heavens will,
We do not know,
No balled up fists will break
Their silence,
No wrath can shake
Their sollid walls,
He was but a lad,
And now he's gone,
And you can't change a thing.
Fate is cruel,
The world unkind,
To strike him down,
In his youth, his prime,
And he, who deserved it least,
A good sould,
Just snatched away,
By forces untamed to this day.
And you hold your head
And wonder why
Why people you love,
Have to die.
And in your nightmares
You watch it once more,
Relive again what you wish
Had never occured.
In truth he died
Just once,
But your mind cruelly
Replays it......again and again,
Until your broken,
Shaken up scared,
Until you, a grown man,
Weeps.
And in your dreams you
See his smile,
Hear his last words
As he thanks you for
Showing him the world
And for the best moment
He could have wished
For as one of his ending
Sights and sounds.
And your body shakes
Your hands quiver,
Your lips tremble,
Your mind swirls,
You start to see things
You wish you had never
Occured,
And your soul flies away
And your heart is
Heavy,
A hole is everpresent,
Your empty, torn in two.
And then you hear his words
"Thank you, thank you for this moment"
And you smile sadly,
And bid the little lad a tearful
Adieu.
(c) Rhea C Dhanbhoora
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21 enero
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STOP RUSHING BY
Can't stop the ocean from swirling,
Can't stop the rivers
From gliding by,
Can't stop nature's splendour,
But you can stop time from flying by.
Stop soon, to smell the roses,
Lest time sweep by you
All too soon,
And the trees and shrubs
And clear blue skies,
Pass on by unseen,
And the songs of the nightingale,
Pass by your ears unheard.
Stop and listen,
Stop and gaze around,
For you can't stop the world from turning,
But you can stop yourself
From racing around it,
Unable to stop,
A while,
Wait a while,
Watch a while,
And take in the splendours
Of this world.
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HILLS OF LUCK AND LOVE
Up on the hills
With the verdant grasslands
And the azure skies,
Make your peace,
Up on the hills,
The hills of luck and love.
Past the round about swirls,
And twirls of rivulets,
Past the whispering brooks
And flowing streams....
Lie the hills of luck and love.
Through the thick forests,
And over the obstacles,
Under the branches
Past the trees swaying
In the windy breezes....
Towards the hills of luck and love.
Make your peace
Upon these hills,
Where lovers sit and sigh,
Where sunsets dance
And sunrise is bliss,
Where luck flows all around.
Make your peace,
And sing your song,
Upon the hills of luck and love,
Yonder beyond the horizon they lie,
These resplendent hills,
These hills of luck,
These hills of love.
(c) Rhea C Dhanbhoora
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GROWING UP
Morning, crisp and clear
With just a hint of yesterday
Lingering in the air like dust in an attic.
Memories swirling as you go about
Your daily chores, the things you must do,
Your mind seldom empty, your
Heart aching for those days you left behind.
On your own now, and sometimes you
Feel a heightened sense of loss,
Ache for those carefree days and security,
But then again, maybe your better off this way.
Growing up happens one day, sneaks upon us
All too soon. It's like dawn,
You revell in its splendour, and all too soon
It's soon. And you miss it, your childhood.
But growing up happens eventually,
You'd hardly believe how quickly
Your childhood can slip by you,
You savour each moment and breathe
In each breath of this new life,
Glad you've found out who you are
And what you were meant to do.
But then some crisp, clear morning
You'll stare out at the azurest of skies,
And wish you were back to being the 'little' you.
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SHE WHOSE BEAUTY.....
Gazing out at the moor,
Her moonstruck eyes
Windows to her unique world
The verdant rolling landscape wide,
All that filled her clear blue eyes.
And smile she did,
A dazzling smile,
Obscurring the darkness of the moor at night,
A dazzling smile,
A twinkling eye,
Enough to call the stars out and beckon
The night tide,
In darkness she did smile.
In places far,
In places wide,
Her resplendent beauty thus did shine,
In darkness and in refulgent dawn,
It was she who
Obscurred them all,
It was she who rose above.
In Nile Blue waters,
In crystal streams,
Her reflection lauded by those
Far and near,
Moving as she did,
Out on the moor.
In desolate lands
And crowded strees,
In darkened plains and radient mountains,
In waters blue and grasses green,
From azure skies and earthen lands,
Her splendour did spill forth
And it was as if she was
Coated, with a sugary sheen
That led the world to love her thus.
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THE MYSTERY OF LIFE
You wake up and
Look outside your window
And wonder,
What you're doing there.
In that bed sprawled on
Those sheets, the covers
Thrown off, is there a
Reason,
You're living the life
You do?
Pouring your daily coffee,
Into it's morning mug,
You watch with sleepy eyes,
As it trickles into it,
And then feel it
Trickling down your
Throat.
Is there a reason
You wake up here,
And not somewhere else?
Is there a reason you
Lead your life and not
Anothers?
Maybe there were options
In heaven that we
Unknowingly chose.
Then again,
Maybe there weren't.
Maybe life was meant
To be this way,
A mystery,
Always tempting us
To come closes and
Unravel its secrets,
Then pushing us away,
Refusing to reveal anything.
Maybe life was meant
To be a mystery
For those who lived
It.
Perhaps analyzing
It is amusing those
Bearded men beyong the
Clouds,
Who know we shall
Never learn
The answers.
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Herramientas 
Ayuda
