The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Words: Robert Frost
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Feeling alone
I am feeling
Alone
A wrecked seraph
I am feeling
Alone
Listen to my heart
I’ve loved you
Don’t give tears to
My eyes
Without your love
I’m depressed
And lost
Come and save
Me before me
Breathe my last
Wherever you’re
I’m by you till the
End of mine
You don’t know
That you’re my
Life and all
Come back to me
Words: Saumya Aloysius
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Love’s amazing
My love for you is
like the violent sea
trust me it’s
So powerful and deep
it will forever be
Through gale, wind and
heavy rain
It will hold our every pain
And ache
Our hearts are
so pure and sweet
I love you more
with every heartbeat
Words: Saumya Aloysius
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Emotions and Language
The countless multitudes
Of our emotions
That billow and ripple and break and merge
In the ocean of our heart
And are named, catalogued, and analysed
As though they were uniform and fathomable
Vary enough all the same
In origin, depth, and intensity:
No two tears are the same
If you ask me,
And neither are two smiles.
The same goes for everything
In between.
It’s a false taxonomy, I reckon
But not necessarily fraudulent;
Like everything else
Language has its own limits;
It’s like this:
If emotions are an ocean
Language is but a teaspoon.
Emotions so swamp language
That words, for all their abundance,
Are seldom adequate.
Much that’s felt is never spoken
Nor written.
Words: Jayashantha Jayawardhana