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.

Untitled

"Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who
Before us pass’d the door of darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the road,
Which to discover we must travel too.

The moving finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your piety nor wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your tears wash out a word of it. "

#.....The Rubaiyat : Omar Khayyam.....#

Cycle

Simple, cheap, clean
and safe.

Age

"Judge your age by the amount of pain you feel
when you come in contact with a new idea."
-- Pearl S Buck --