Into my heart’s treasury I slipped a coin That time cannot take Nor a thief purloin Oh, better than the minting Of a gold crowned king Is the safe kept memory Of a lovely thing Sara Teasdale [Link to the book]
Author: Jastej Singh Matharu
Indian Army Veteran
Incense yearns to disappear in scent
Incense yearns to disappear in scent Scent to cling to incense Melody seeks to fetter herself in rhythm While rhythm flows back to melody What drama is this between creation and destruction Bondage is striving after freedom And freedom seeking rest in bondage Rabindranath Tagore [Link to the book]