Worst Easter gift....

The worst Easter gift I could give someone.... Sorry about it...

Read this somewhere - The flame of love is now just a cold loneliness. ~Uniek Swain

Whatsoever!

Why should it make a difference when somethings happen for no reason and has had no meaning whatsoever?

Why should it matter when good times were not completely good enough?

How would it be possible to compromise on somethings that are a part of you? Why should it even be considered genuine when even the mere communication channel was not clear? Is it not logically the best thing that the mere reason for your interest dies down with time and you are better off without it?

Masinagudi has its memories and now it jibes me without me in it. I can appease myself saying the last time was just the place and not the people completely anyway. But that reality and getting over feel is a little bitter medicine one has to swallow.

Only naive persons would not learn from experiences. In a way, Kate realizes the naivete is so similar to the naivete whom she desisted and kept in the distance of an acquaintance.

Leopold better be the almost opposite but a very understanding character! Get him to Kate sooooon!

Life!

Life by Paul Laurence Dunbar


A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of joy to a peck of trouble,
And never a laugh but the moans come double;
And that is life!

A crust and a corner that love makes precious,
With a smile to warm and the tears to refresh us;
And joy seems sweeter when cares come after,
And a moan is the finest of foils for laughter;
And that is life!


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Just what I was wondering how to write....... I want to be able to write such deep words.....

Longing

Longing
by Sara Teasdale



I am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.

I Am Not Yours

Found a beautiful poem by Sara Teasdale. This one reflects what I meant in my last blog. :)

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love, put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

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Beauty in such words to describe what is on the mind.... Sigh.

How Do I Love Thee.....

How Do I Love Thee
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

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Waiting for the time in my life when I am overcome with such passion for my love in my life....... My Leopold does exist, you know... just playing hide and seek.... :)

28th bday approaching....

Hmmm, one thing I missed out in my previous post is that I had one long time wish fulfilled just on the day before the eve of 2010.

I donated blood to a lady whom I had never met and was to undergo a hysterectomy. She was a relative of a colleague of a friend of mine. He was going to donate blood and told me the same. I went along since that would be my best chance to do something with someone familiar around. I always wanted to donate blood and was quite skeptical about the thing - my typical initial hesitant nature for anything though I would be dying to try the thing. The doctor who checked my blood level was so eager to get me to donate blood because she found me healthy. It felt funny and good. She realized it was my first time and made me feel comfortable. She almost repeated twice - "Your blood level is very good." Quite in the tone of a compliment. :) Touch wood!

And now this saturday my 28th bday approaches. Am wondering how it is gonna be. There are the usual positive vibes, hope and looking-forward-to-things. Waiting... :)