Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening…

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


Baat Baat Main…🌿

इस जीवन में बैठे ठाले ऐसे क्षण भी आ जाते हैंजब हम अपने से ही अपनी–बीती कहने लग जाते हैं। तन खोया-खोया-सा लगता मन उर्वर-सा हो जाता हैकुछ खोया-सा मिल जाता है कुछ मिला हुआ खो जाता है। लगता; सुख-दुख की स्मृतियों के कुछ बिखरे तार बुना डालूँयों ही सूने में अंतर के कुछ भाव-अभाव […]

Baat Baat Main…🌿


Mai yaadon ka kissa kholoon to, kuchh dost bahut yaad aate hain…. mai gujare pal ko sochoon to, kuchh dost ,bahut yaad aate hain…. ab jaane kaun see nagaree mein,_ aabaad hain jaakar muddat se….😔_ mai der raat tak jaagoon to ,. kuchh dost bahut yaad aate hain….

kuchh baaten theen phoolon jaisee, kuchh lahaje khushaboo jaise the, mai shahar-e-chaman mein tahaloon to, kuchh dost bahut yaad aate hain.

sabakee jindagee badal gayee,_ ek nae sire mein dhal gayee,_😔
kisee ko naukaree se phurasat nahee…_ kisee ko doston kee jarurat nahee.
saare yaar gum ho gaye hain…_

”too” se “tum” aur “aap” ho gaye hai….
mai gujare pal ko sochoon . to, kuchh dost bahut yaad aate hain , dheere dheere umr kat jaatee hai. jeevan yaadon kee pustak ban jaatee hai, kabhee kisee kee yaad bahut tadapaatee hai. aur kabhee yaadon ke sahaare zindagee kat jaatee hai . kinaaro pe saagar ke khajaane nahin aate,  phir jeevan mein dost puraane nahin aate…
jee lo in palon ko has ke dost.

_phir laut ke dostee ke jamaane nahin aate.

– harivansh rai bacchan…❣️

For to my best friend Puneet on his special day…

“Roll the Dice”…🌿

if you’re going to try, go all the
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

“Roll the Dice” by Charles Bukowski.


From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—


For 28 April (THE MEN IN THE GLASS…🌿)

After a long time I read again these lines of dale wimbrow and it fill up again bulky thought in my mind. I love this poem because it is realistic. May be you have read it before like me but read it for once more, and not only question to self but also answer to self. And I hope you would really like it too.

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass. He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest
For he’s with you, clear to the end
And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

ByPeter Dale Wimbrow Sr.