I Dream Of Your Raven Locks, by J. W. Cassandra. This love poem I share it for a request of one of my beloved and kind friend. It was written yet in 2013, I placed it to my volume 11, “Rescuer, Come!”, cycle “Love, Lasting for Eons”. The “I” in the poem of course, not me, it’s the lyric “I”. I have more of similar poems and maybe, I’ll share them later. These poems of the cycle tell of a love that lasts through eons, millions of years. And sometimes, the human mind can remember of this unique, pure love. This poem is one of these love poems, overarching eons and serving as signs of sg important. The most important that can bind and rise beings at all. I share it in Hungarian, as well.
What happens when the mind tries reading the Brain of a high age female using words for other minds…
This poem describes the fear of Christina Georgina Rossetti, not from death but from the fact that her lover might not remember her after she is gone. But as the poem progresses, she accept that for a greater good, it would be better if he forgets her and live happily, rather than remember and be sad.
Har ankahee baat raaz nahi hoti Har kisi ki kahaani udaas nahi hoti Agar dil mil jaye toh jashn-e-ishq Magar dil toot jaye toh awaaz nahi hoti Sehete hain hum bhi par kehete kuchh nahi Aage badh chali zindagi dil toh hai waheen Toota toota sa poochhta hai hamsafar se apne Kaheen mujhe bhulaya toh nahi?
Beseech to the Dying Spirit, by J. W. Cassandra. This my own poem belongs to my volume I, Eternity, Awaken to Consciousness, cycle Altar for New Worlds, as the other poem, recently shared here, “As the Dreamy Buddha”. This poem itself was born by inspiration. It was written in 2007, translated this year. I share it both in English and Hungarian. The poem by its form follows the vision by that I wrote it: irregular with its rows but, I felt a peculiar rhythm writing it and tried to give it through. I feel so, the vision is more important. One more important thought: indeed, the Spirit in my poem is alive, not dying just by the whirl of the lights it seems as if it would dying…
Beseech to the Dying Spirit, by J. W. Cassandra. This my own poem belongs to my volume I, Eternity, Awaken to Consciousness, cycle Altar for New Worlds, as the other poem, recently shared here, “As the Dreamy Buddha”. This poem itself was born by inspiration. It was written in 2007, translated this year. I share it both in English and Hungarian. The poem by its form follows the vision by that I wrote it: irregular with its rows but, I felt a peculiar rhythm writing it and tried to give it through. I feel so, the vision is more important. One more important thought: indeed, the Spirit in my poem is alive, not dying just by the whirl of the lights it seems as if it would dying…
This Poem is good for Feature Film utility. It’s a Copyright Poem and published in a book with ISBN CODE. This song content is highly impressive. It’s a Love and admiration . Ultimately the admiration and goodness prevail. Good characters in this story. A lovely expression prevails in this poem A well presented story. This poem is that. It’s quite interesting. This poem is good for making a feature film. Good number of aspects in this Poem has been covered. Please Like, read, share, Comment and give feedback.
The Only Thing That Matters, by J. W. Cassandra. This my own poem was written recently, so I haven’t placed it in any volumes yet. The idea of the poem came to my by chance, if I can say it so. I watched the raven and came to my mind that in the Antiquity the so-called secret societies had been multiplied mainly in Asia Minor, where different gods and initiations had been in the focus. One of them was the cult of Mithra of the Graeco-Roman era or origin that used the Corvus that is Raven as a grade of the initiation. In addition, the raven was in the Scandinavian mythology the main god’s, Odin’s favourite twin animal as Hugin (Notion) and Munin (Memory) and his heralds, as well. By these ideas I wrote my poem that I share here with you.
The Only Thing That Matters, by J. W. Cassandra. This my own poem was written recently, so I haven’t placed it in any volumes yet. The idea of the poem came to my by chance, if I can say it so. I watched the raven and came to my mind that in the Antiquity the so-called secret societies had been multiplied mainly in Asia Minor, where different gods and initiations had been in the focus. One of them was the cult of Mithra of the Graeco-Roman era or origin that used the Corvus that is Raven as a grade of the initiation. In addition, the raven was in the Scandinavian mythology the main god’s, Odin’s favourite twin animal as Hugin (Notion) and Munin (Memory) and his heralds, as well. By these ideas I wrote my poem that I share here with you.
Butterfly-life, by J. W. Cassandra. This my own poem was written recently, so I haven’t placed it in any volumes yet. The idea of the poem came to my mind as I was watching a butterfly fluttering around me: I frequently used to ponder on transitory life, on evanescense. This poem is an example of those. Anyway, everywhere I only used to walk, from Spring to Autumn, I used to be accompanied by butterflies. I love them so, I never want them to touch. I just delight in their beauty. I hope, the poem can show you up this transient beauty that can be everlasting only in the moment.
Butterfly-life, by J. W. Cassandra. This my own poem was written recently, so I haven’t placed it in any volumes yet. The idea of the poem came to my mind as I was watching a butterfly fluttering around me: I frequently used to ponder on transitory life, on evanescense. This poem is an example of those. Anyway, everywhere I only used to walk, from Spring to Autumn, I used to be accompanied by butterflies. I love them so, I never want them to touch. I just delight in their beauty. I hope, the poem can show you up this transient beauty that can be everlasting only in the moment.
A SOUND CONCESSION Words do not always look right. Their noises rattle on the page. Perhaps it’s fate I listen as I write, For joy’s horn, happiness’ flute . . . Read More.
This song is an expression of mind thoughts who feels lost and feels sad about lost life. Beauties of beauty Sridevi died abruptly in mysterious condition. It was her bad luck. This song could well be composed by music lovers (with permission from writer – its a Copyright Reserved Song). Please Like, share comment and give feedback on this song.
This Poem cum song is an expression of mind thoughts who feels alone and lost every thing and feels sad about life. He expresses anguish and sorrow for not being able to justify present and beautiful life. This song could well be composed by music lovers (with permission from writer – its a Copyright Reserved Song). Please Like, share comment and give feedback on this song.
This Poem cum song is an agony of a person who feels alone lost every thing and feels sad about his life who is in a pathetic condition. He expresses his anguish and sorrow for not being able to justify his present life. This song could well be composed by music lovers (with permission from writer – its a Copyright Reserved Song). Please Like, share comment and give feedback on this song.
