Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost

FAREWELL TYM

someone rightly said " time n tide waits for none "
3 yrs ago this place was new for me .... it was unexciting n boring to say the least ...
i was sad dat i had 2 b stuck ere for the most imp tym of ma life : ma colg life :
i cudnt imaginea worse scenario for me ....
slowly life started crawling ....
i met new ppl , made frnds thot of adjusting to this place ...
life continued ...
n i didnt evn realize how 31/2 yrs passed by ....
now within 6 months i m supposed to pack ma bags n say gudbye to dis place , i hav strtd calling hme ....
surprisingly ,inspite of ma resoulution of not gettin attached to this place , i find myself entangled in a web of luv n affection with not only this place but evn with d ppl ere ... : a web i hav no intention of freeing myself frm ....
nowadys wen i luk out , at the coconut trees looming big infrnt of me , the famous backwaters , the typical houses with their beautiful roofs ... i feel a wave of nostalgia sweep ovr me .... something tugs at ma heart n a lump forms in ma throat wen i realize dat soon they too will bcum a part of ma past ....
i wish as if i cud stop tym .....
scratch its face , hurt it .. do nythng possible to prevent tym frm ticking on....