Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Mr. Hope comes up with an effective rejoinder to a great poem with an equally fantastic poem. Now one wishes more men in the world wud fight back with razor-sharp wit than blunt weapons, dont you? :D
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
"Chhoti chhoti chitrayi yaadein
Bichchi hui hain lamhon ke lawn par.
Nange pair unpar chalte chalte
Itni door chale aaye
Ki ab bhool gaye hain -
Joote kahaan utaare the.
Aedi komal thi, jab aaye the.
Thodi si naazuk hai abhi bhi.
Aur naazuk hi rahegi
In khatti meethi yaadon ki shararat
Jab tak inhe gudgudati rahegi.
Sach, bhool gaye hain
Ki joote kahaan utaare the.
Par lagta hai,
Ab unki zaroorat nahin."
Satyanshu Singh and Kumar Devanshu.
"Poem achchi lagi? Samajh aayi?"
Saw Udaan again today with Mishti and Momo. Was deeply affected again. Maybe it was the exam fatigue. But related to and recognised so much. Some of the loveliest of things are also the simplest of things, no?
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
We heard the loud musicians play