Few things cross my mind. Poesy, War and war, Poesy and War again
One war ends and another begins. At sunrise you get a view. At sunset you get a view, albeit a different one. Broken violins, perforated black boards, golden dust inside a burnt shoe, deserted streets, business at complete halt. Carnival of carnage. Third world violence a page turner for first world enthusiasts. At this point I have to quote Einstein.
"I am convinced that God does not play dice". If only its true.
The old man said 'I am old'. The rest say 'Go get groceries. War is on'. Rest is me. Me within me. Capsuled and colored.
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Discovered gold. Few letters. A poet at heart. How can I come to terms with one who has been so structured and hard to face when all of a sudden I find his youth so adventurous. Love is a powerful weapon. Addressing letters to his 'lady love', calling her 'My eve'. Time changes everything. A complete change of character. Is this for real?
Never shared a joke and yet soft spoken. Now that time played a few tricks, be my friend, my guide, my god. This world is too huge and too grand. Everything moves too fast. From the dirt comes beauty. I will stick to this thing.
These lines will remain with me. Your youth with me now. Let me admire your writings.
'pester me with your unfeigned love'
"I am convinced that God does not play dice". If only its true.
The old man said 'I am old'. The rest say 'Go get groceries. War is on'. Rest is me. Me within me. Capsuled and colored.
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Discovered gold. Few letters. A poet at heart. How can I come to terms with one who has been so structured and hard to face when all of a sudden I find his youth so adventurous. Love is a powerful weapon. Addressing letters to his 'lady love', calling her 'My eve'. Time changes everything. A complete change of character. Is this for real?
Never shared a joke and yet soft spoken. Now that time played a few tricks, be my friend, my guide, my god. This world is too huge and too grand. Everything moves too fast. From the dirt comes beauty. I will stick to this thing.
These lines will remain with me. Your youth with me now. Let me admire your writings.
'pester me with your unfeigned love'
'How is it R - in this self confidence of love, I have hope that my dearest one will hold candle with me without paddling her own canoe, Selfless - Sacrificing - Without bowing to the fragile charms of the world. Love is to love - not only in word but in deed too. This is love R. What do you say. Two loves should become one and clasp and make it to rise to its greater heights - There lies the charm and highest pleasure. Not in hiding love my dear'
Am I not one among millions chosen to pluck the lucky of luckiest
Oh! how could it be - when would it be
Is it in the New Year 1983.
Dad. My Friend, My Guide, My GodDad, 1st Jan 1983 in a letter to my mother
Am I not one among millions chosen to pluck the lucky of luckiest
Oh! how could it be - when would it be
Is it in the New Year 1983.
1 comment:
I think you have inculcated the wondrous crispness and articulation from you Dad. I felt the same reveling delight when i read his
letter.
Agreed! the views are entirely different at sunshine and sunset, but it presents us the unfeigned opportunity to derive the best from both worlds.....and as i wrote earlier Courage and conviction...will set aside everything else.....cheers dude
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