End of Season

"Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?"

#... Reluctance - Robert Frost ...#

Beauty

If one claimed to know some thing
then that some thing one knew must exist.
If one knew it perfectly, then the thing ought to exist
in the fullest possible sense.

If it did not really exist, then one could not really know it.
This was true of belief, except there was an important difference
that the object of belief did not exist in the full sense.
it was less than real than the object of knowledge
What might be beautiful in a given situation
need not be so in another.

Object of knowledge could never have
a dualistic consequence.
Beauty itself could never be ugly
where as beautiful things could be, depending on the situation.

One who sees beauty is having knowledge
but one who see beautiful things
has mere belief or opinion.
-- Socrates --

Art to Say

"A thought went up my mind today
That I have had before,
But did not finish,-- some way back,
I could not fix the year.

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say".

A Thought Went Up My Mind Today : Emily Dickinson

Naughty

If I were only a little puppy, not your baby,
mother dear,
would you say "No" to me
if I tried to eat from your dish?

Would you drive me off, saying to me,
"Go away, you naughty little puppy"?

Then go, mother, go!
I will never come to you when you call me
and l never let you feed me any more.

If I were only a little green parrot, and not your baby,
mother dear,
would you keep me chained lest I should fly away?

Would you shake your finger at me and say,
"What an ungrateful wretch of a bird!
It is gnawing at its chain day and night"?

Then go, mother, go!
I will run away into the woods;
I will never let you take me in your arms again.

-- Crescent Moon : Tagore --

Withering shoulders

The plays are over
and when the day is done
sorry - age and angst remain.

Meera..
May I borrow your withered shoulders
to melt myself down,
for once - dear?

'For Calvin, Hobbes and few others'

"This morning I had a wonderful dream. By holding my arms out stiff and pushing down hard, I found I could suspend myself a few feet above the ground. I flapped harder, and soon I was soaring effortlessly over the trees and telephone poles! I could fly!

I folded my arms back and zoomed low over the neighbourhood. Every one was amazed, and they ran along under me as I shot by. Then I rocketed up so fast that my eyes watered from the wind. I laughed and laughed, making huge loops across the sky.

That’s when mom woke me up and said I was going to miss the bus if I didn’t get my bottom out of bed; twenty minutes later, here I’m standing in the cold rain, waiting to go to school, and I just remembered I forgot my lunch."

(An excerpt from Bill Watterson's Calvin and Hobbes)

--- For the one who affectionately took me to the charming world of 'Calvin and Hobbes' and for the one who helped me rediscover the not so naughty child inside me, with love! ---

Behind the smiles

Tear droplets from above -
that kept their smiles in bloom.

My Dream

"It was a long time ago
I have almost forgotten my dream...
..but it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun -
My dream!"

-- As I grew older : Langston Hughes --

You bleed just to know you are alive

"And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything seems like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know your alive"

Goo Goo Dolls - 'Iris'

Answer

Prayer must never be answered:
if it is, it ceases to be prayer
and becomes correspondence.
~Oscar Wilde

Empty World

" No later light has lightened up my heaven;
No second morn has ever shone for me:
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.

But when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy"

~~Emily Bronte : 'Remembrance'~~

Canvas

For all your innocence you spilt-
on the canvas,
with love..!

Futile flowers

The spring has done its flowering

and taken leave.

And now with the burden

of faded futile flowers

I wait and linger.

The waves have become clamorous,

and upon the bank in the shady lane

the yellow leaves flutter and fall.

-- Tagore : Gitanjali --

Question

Am I right? - No ; Are you right? - No

Why?
Because God is not alive.
(Foot note: The right question itself is the right answer)

Remorse

"I resolve daily that at dusk I shall repent
For a night with a cup full of wine spent.
In the presence of flowers, my resolve simply went
In such company, I only regret
that I ever resolved to repent."
#.....Rubaiyat : Omar Khayyam .....#
(Photo : Painting of an anonymous artist)

Difference

Robert Frost : Road Not Taken

Salt of Rain

In more ways than one, we relate ourselves
to the nature’s blessing on us – ‘the rain’.

Senses,
like a pouring pale rain,
tip upon our wits
as the beat of a wild hymn, to chant a jingle,
so gentle.

And when the chanting is done
the moist of its drops preserve for us
the salt of love they conceive from rain

with a peppery mix of passion and pain.

And for all those
who silently keep the right question;
the question itself is the right answer.