...and then

Sunday, 14 February 2010

RIP Roshni. I love you.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die. __ Mary Frye


Blogger Judy Balan said...

:(( Still can't believe it

12:13 pm  
Blogger The Restless Quill said...

I know Judy. It's the most tragic thing.

4:34 pm  
Blogger Anjali said...

That is a beautiful poem....

9:42 pm  
Blogger freshpursuit said...

this is a gud one..... but sad reminder of a friends demise

11:14 am  
Blogger freshpursuit said...

as to do i still cm to my blog, ...once in a bluemoon....guess, as time moves sometimes te zest to ur fav hobbies also drops....
neways ..ur blog is really nice

11:24 am  
Blogger freshpursuit said...

dear friend.... u can get excellent wool in commercial street in blore....i purchase it at most frm india ,unless n until its really urgent i gt it frm kuwait. tats bcoz te cost is double here compared to tat in india. if ur in te middle east , i am damn sure u wil cm across a bakala, as tese people r very fond of tunisian n afghan crochet stuff....oly thing it wil be twice te price...

n yes...mayb i wil feel more energetic once i actually dig into crochet :)

8:16 pm  

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