Preeth Nambiar Poetry Quotes

In the silence, while awaiting the distant footsteps of death he heard someone weeping! O God, was that you? ~ Preeth Nambiar

Our lives are written by the divine hands of Him we are merely actors destined to complete the roles in the cosmic play. All that would make difference would be how well will you act! ~ Preeth Nambiar

Within my palm there is a world, a world as delicate as a bubble! ~ Preeth Nambiar

I don't want to wake up to a beautiful morning, nor I would seek my destiny in sunlit paths. The secret of life is the darkness of it, a void that would pull you deep to where you disappear into your truest self. Alas O world, little you have for an earnest heart that sings the beauty of vibrant life. ~ Preeth Nambiar

I am smiling, for my trust for my Lord is above all uncertainties of the universe. ~ Preeth Nambiar

Give me all your pain, I will give you all my love! ~ Preeth Nambiar

I have no worries even if I die the very next moment, for I am sure that I will be around you even after that! Perhaps as an orphan cloud upon the blue skies, a drop of water falling onto your palms, a leaf of green that capture your vision or an invisible breeze caressing your skin - for I am the beauty of the universe! ~ Preeth Nambiar

Within this raindrop there must be a heart- a heart that weeps the pain of longing. I have her in my palm where the silvery rays of the morn reflect the beauty of the whole cosmos and I kiss her with all my yearning! ~ Preeth Nambiar

Within a raindrop there must be a heart- a heart that weeps the pain of longing. Look at her embracing her beloved and disappearing unto his yearning, but once again to set journey to the skies!

O dear, so is our union, a short while in the beautiful home named earth; but we shall continue, until the last drop water drains into the earth and there are no more rays of sun kissing these tender leaves of green!

And at last when the terrain shatters onto the Milky Way as tiny particles, O dear, remember, we will embrace once again to make a planet, a planet of love! ~ Preeth Nambiar

It is raining, perhaps clouds voiding their deepest longings! Upon the streams I have drove those paper boats to the farthest. Listening to the lonely drops of rain I am trying in vain to sing melodious, Alas the voice ends deep within! Were you the song within? O my dear, but I know you are silence that sings wordless, a melody hummed nameless! ~ Preeth Nambiar

Seek me not in your richness, O dear, search not amidst the words talkative. Find me in the moments of loneliness, in the silence of your mighty soul. Within the void of intimate being this is me, the majestic blue - the cessation of all; and here your are in the celestial path. ~ Preeth Nambiar

It's all about inner silence! Everything else would just take you there! ~ Preeth Nambiar

Hail O mighty, fathomless sleep, come on and hug me tight and sweet;
when I whisper those deepest pains, onto your ears mute and keen,
sing for me the sweetest song that would sound the profoundest of life!
Leave me upon your rocking arms, watched by spirits of placid nights!

Goodnight, world, sweet dreams folks, blessed are those who would sleep at peace! ~ Preeth Nambiar

Such is the joy of concluding a day performing duties earnestly leaving ends upon His feet! I have nothing to gain here except virtues, nothing to lose except love, O Lord, I am here to breathe the beauty of life! ~ Preeth Nambiar

Know, O man you are a particle of the supreme feminine being sucked to an obscure vacuum - of a bliss but that we can only name - universe! ~ Preeth Nambiar

When I die, bury me with a few garden tools, I shall make a garden in the heaven too. ~ Preeth Nambiar

The melancholic breeze of another morning caressing senses tired of a brief life, yet longing for more. But my Lord, who knows the moments next, who sees the path ahead, who decides a life as delicate as a dew drop upon the tip of a grass that sways looking at the beauty of the skies? ~ Preeth Nambiar

The spark lies within us, somewhere deep within! Once you find it, that will illuminate the whole path you travel, all lives upon your way and the very purpose of your life. O beloved, know this world is illuminated by people so! ~ Preeth Nambiar

My Lord, I am but few moments of the continuity of universal life, and I understand I am nothing other than that - a part of cosmic sacrifice! ~ Preeth Nambiar

Hold my hands, O Lord, for the world is so crowded,
If I lose myself, whom else would I condemn? ~ Preeth Nambiar

I will look at you in the darkness of the night, where there are no colours to fill my eyes and where there are no frames that would define your shape. In the silence, I will seek the warmth of the night in your memories and sleep holding tight those orphan dreams. O dear, amidst the cloudy skies, where did you disappear? ~ Preeth Nambiar

How long will you carry this burden - the fame you earned by frivolous alms? Give it to him who owns the whole, the Lord of earth and the skies above. ~ Preeth Nambiar

When you have trust in the supreme and live with purity of heart, nature herself would express through myriad forms all around you and I am sure the same will take you where you ought to be. ~ Preeth Nambiar

All I know is that I am walking on a bridge. Amidst the mist the point where it started appears faded and the bridge ends in bright light that makes it too hard to even look. I need to cross this and I am walking. But, my Lord, I am tired!

I love this blue; I wish if I could see the depth of the river beneath, come back to the surface, float and then to be carried away by the tranquil waves to the banks where a thousand lilies will bloom, look at the sun and say 'we love you'.

O Lord, remember, they are my eyes that longed for a life the boon of your sight! ~ Preeth Nambiar

Within the caves of deepest longing
Echoes the sounds of majestic eve!
Upon the sphere of bright white skies
Spreads the paint of evening colours!
Silence divine, Penetrates deep
Onto the void of ethereal joy!
All I have is a bundle of letters
That would sound nothing definite!
Hold my arms to touch my warmth,
O dear, whisper on my ears soft,
Is silence the fall of words or
Are words the wreck of silence? ~ Preeth Nambiar

Surprised to see a bird right upon the window, that too at a definite time of the morning hour regularly. To make sure I am still here to welcome another morning or to wish me a good morning, but she doesn't fail to bring a smile upon this quivering lips. Nevertheless, little things bring the greatest joys for whom every moment is life. ~ Preeth Nambiar

Welcome the small cracking of your hard-clodded shell,
Embrace the warm sting of tears,
Kiss the shadow which frightens you awake as you turn the corners of your day,
Love the whole of everything,
Smooth sunshine skies and
Jagged edges
Which all seek us out in
Constant whisper and touch
To say, 'hello, Beautiful. You're alive ~ Jacob Nordby

Poetry which owes no man anything, owes nevertheless one debt -
an image of the world in which men can again believe. ~ Archibald MacLeish

Mr Rutger cornet de Groot. Never read any American poetry or any other foreign poetry, which is why he always mentions 2 poets as a reffering point, either Lucebert or Tonnus Oosterhoff. The guy started reading when he was 48 years old with a few library books and was turned instantly in one of the most important critics hired by the fund of literature. Oh well. ~ Martijn Benders

There is all the poetry in the world in a name. It is a poem which the mass of men hear and read. What is poetry in the common sense, but a hearing of such jingling names? I want nothing better than a good word. The name of a thing may easily be more than the thing itself to me. ~ Henry David Thoreau

To whom do I owe the power behind my voice, what strength I have become, yeasting up like sudden blood from under the bruised skin's blister?
My father leaves his psychic print upon me, silent, intense, and unforgiving. But his is a distant lightning. Images of women flaming like torches adorn and define the borders of my journey, stand like dykes between me and the chaos. It is the images of women, kind and cruel, that lead me home. ~ Audre Lorde

The Coming of Light
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath. ~ Mark Strand

And I know few would believe me but belief is what drives a man,
If all of us long for the Golden Age, then we all can,
Bring the days filled with peace, prosperity, generosity, love and fearless nigh',
We all must believe something to survive, I believe in the serene age lost in seasons gone by. ~ Adhish Mazumder

But as men grow more industrialised and regimented, the kind of delight that is common in children becomes impossible to adults because they are always thinking of the next thing and cannot let themselves be absorbed in the moment. This habit of thinking of the 'next thing' is more fatal to any kind of aesthetic excellence than any other habit of mind that can be imagined, and if art, in any important sense, is to survive it will not be by the foundation of solemn academies, but by recapturing the capacity for wholehearted joys and sorrows which prudence and foresight have all but destroyed. ~ Bertrand Russell

Be yourself.
You're
better than a bully
any day. ~ Kathryn Apel

Today, find a point of stillness: brief, but precious slight, but full small, but luminously real. Find a point stillness in the balance of all things between the breathing out and breathing in. ~ Na'ama Yehuda

I call it our English Renaissance because it is indeed a sort of new birth of the spirit of man, like the great Italian Renaissance of the fifteenth century, in its desire for a more gracious and comely way of life, its passion for physical beauty, its exclusive attention to form, its seeking for new subjects for poetry, new forms of art, new intellectual and imaginative enjoyments: and I call it our romantic movement because it is our most recent expression of beauty. ~ Oscar Wilde

Will you walk into my parlour? said the Spider to the Fly ~ Mary Howitt

The mistake we make is to turn upon our past with angry wholesale negation. ... The way of wisdom is to treat it airily, lightly, wantonly, and in a spirit of poetry; and above all to use its symbols, which are its spiritual essence, giving them a new connotation, a fresh meaning. ~ John Cowper Powys

Who you are contributes to your poetry in a number of important ways, but you shouldn't identify with your poems so closely that when they are cut, you're the one that bleeds. ~ Dorianne Laux

I look in the mirror and see myself,
and yet I really don't.
Only an image is perceived,
not things I will or things I won't.

Ideas in my mind I cannot see.
No glimpse of how I feel.
Shreds of emotion shape my gaze,
but depth, the mirror will not reveal.

I see my reflection colored in,
my hair, my skin, my eyes.
Hues in my heart and shades of thought
remain unlit by fire or skies.

I smile at the mirror and watch it grin,
hasty to copy me,
but who I am 'twill never know.
Mirrors don't reflect identities. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I want to tie one thousand balloons around my neck
and float up
while slowly dying of happiness. ~ Matthew Donahoo

Your heart has always been willing to bleed, to ache, to humble itself for love. And, when you've had enough, your heart will be the last to let go. ~ Liz Newman

Isn't it weird?" he said, glancing up as I measured salt. "All the variety that life offers? Here we sit, me reading expressions of creativity." He held up the poetry book, which to my dismay, was now worn and dog-eared. "And you doing scientific and magical calculations. We're thinking, cerebral beings one minute ... and the next, completely given over to physical acts of passion. How do we do that? Back and forth, mind and body? How can creatures like us go from extreme to extreme? ~ Richelle Mead

I did not fall in love with you,
I was born on the floor.
Everything else was just remembering. ~ Caitlyn Siehl