Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed and gazed but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

- William Wordsworth

Monday, September 29, 2008

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Memories

The sun is shining, and the sky is blue,
not a day goes by, when I don't think of you.
I remember your sparkling eyes, and smiling face,
even now my pulse begins to race.
Days spent holding hands, passing time,
eating exotic foods, and drinking wine.
Nights lying in each others arms, in a state of bliss,
awakening to a loving kiss.

Then you went to a far off land,
so all my dreams turned to sand.
Now that we are so many miles apart,
all that I have left, are memories, and an aching heart.

- Anonymous

Saturday, September 27, 2008

One Spring Day

The wind carries away her gentle sigh, unheard
As his fingers play softly with her golden hair
The young boy stares wondrously at the lustful pair
His faith in them is as always, undeterred
The love from the child is frequently undeserved
Brown hair which caresses his beautiful eyes
Smiles that emerge no matter how much he cries
This day in his mind will be forever preserved
As he stood there at that last love joy intersection
And watched as the man came gun in hand
He pointed, screamed, shot, two dead
Grasping each other in undying affection
Stolen watches, wallets, and a wedding band
And tears which intermingled as the blood started to spread.

- Silent Dreams

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Burning India

Kashmir is as usual suffering
Bihar is flooding
Delhi just got attacked
Ahmadabad received d same few months back
IT is glooming in Bangalore
Riots are happening in Mangalore
Orissa is full of Weather racket
Mumbai turns into bear market
Bengal is swelling with Nano-Singur misery
Noida-gurgaon is busy with rape cases and murder mystery.
If this is how India shines, then where are progressive signs.
Is India really shining? I guess it’s truly burning!!!

- Yashpal Kothari