I feel like something dying inside me A feeling that was never too strange, A desire that I dreamt all these days along, A need that I craved for ages but never considered to be fulfilled
I can't say what it is Even I know what it can be called Like a frozen cloud that could never rained Like a rotten bud that plucked just to be crushed
Yes, it hurts like tearing all your viens together Breaking all your bones, but it's alright.. It must hurt a lot more than this So I can learn how not to want it anymore..
I cried till I cough pulled my hair Cuffed my heart Punched my pillow And buried my face in it.
I must celebrate, For losing the last thing That can make me sad Even That is the only thing That can make me want to live I never wanted this pain But I tasted it now, Not just now, for days and months
Don't you humiliate it like that!!! It's no ordinary physical object... It's a BOOK...!!! Knowledge and information have passed from generation to generation and helped human beings evolve... Without books, this transfer of knowledge would have been impossible... They are a key record of our life and achievement.
Authors, teachers, preachers, philosophers, artists, scientists and researchers come and go...but their thoughts, beliefs, experiences and findings are preserved in books... Their influence on our language and our thoughts is beyond calculation
From clay tablets to bamboo strips bound together to mechanised paperbacks, its journey has been interesting... Don't you love the smell of freshly printed books?
Don't we all love them when they're fresh? We cover them, bind them, fold them, bend them, mark them, dog ear them... Some of us use them carefully and preserve them...BUT there are those who handle them carelessly... After all, everything has a shelf life... From a fresh, well stacked, nicely bound and fixed volume ... TO a tattered, torn, dusty, dog eared and not-so-desirable one, its journey can be beautiful, painful or chequered, depending upon the users' attitude..
Do you know how much effort goes into making books? Modern technology may have made the process much easier, yet, in certain cases, it's not as easy as it looks... While a story book or novel is easier to produce, an encyclopedia is sure to involve a large team of people and it may take several years to produce... It pains discerning readers and booklovers when they see books being handled carelessly, torn or discarded... Books are our best friends, they never desert us and never fail to comfort us... Well, ebooks and internet books have begun to rule the roost, yet printed copies have buyers aplenty... Old is gold...
What was he? A farmer's son? An unknown country boy? We love him and we study him... But what did he study? and who were his teachers? Not much is known about it... and yes, while he did attend a grammar school at Stratford, he always looked beyond the boundary walls of the school for his real teachers... Those who lived around him... Old castles and forests nearby... His own charming village... Hence... educated at the hands of nature... He always kept his heart and his eyes wide open to the beauty of nature... An odd-job man, a general helper, an actor and finally a poet and a playwright... And he penned it all... Comedies, tragedies, historical plays, sonnets... His characters never fail to amaze me... Yes, he's accused of ignoring common men...Obviously because his protagonists would be... Emperors and Empresses, Princes and Princesses, Generals and Noblemen, Dukes and Earls, Merchants and Ministers... BUT He didn't create superheroes, and his heroes were not perfect, they were as vulnerable and fallible as any of us can be... And he portrayed every emotion of the human mind... He never wrote within narrow limits... Didn't his genius include the world of nature and of men? Was he aware of his own greatness? Probably "NO... "... and he made no attempt to collect or publish his works... I always wonder why in the prime of his life he abandoned his dramatic work and chose to live life of a farmer and country gentleman... 52 was a bit too early... But then he can't be defined by the number of years he spent on the planet... He continues to hold the highest place in the world of literature... And his influence on me is clearly beyond estimate...
I know it's crude and unrhymed... but that's the way I wanted it to be...
This Earth, a mother, Of people, of countries, Of culture, of love, Bestowing life, a divine blessing, This gift, a borrowing, From upcoming generations, The moon, the sun, The stars, so magical, The rain, the drought, This land, a gift, A borrowing, without interest, A love, without expectation.
The steps we keep, On her chest so strong, A plant, to nourish, A world, to nurture, The mother, of mothers, The mother, of kings, A womb, so heavenly, A place, so lively.
This land, breathing so hard, Providing lives, absorbing dead bodies, The more she takes, the more she blesses, The mother, we owe our hundred lives to, The mother, we disrespect thousand times, The mother, who still blesses everything, The mother, who still asks for nothing.
Grab my hand , feel the breathe. Let the zephyr turn you to ease. Tap the feet and acquaintance the sheathe. Cease the music, tending to freeze. A sudden mellifluous flow seen underneath. Acquiring the magnanimous keys.
Beginning of the odyssey which we flee. Might lead the way towards certain link. Waving world will one day glee. Binding the senses to sync. The hypnotic charm which we see. Is the flora and fauna which ink.
The lullaby which time sing. Portrays the enthralling song. The absence may loosen the string. Weaving the harmony lifelong. The unique perspectives bring. Glory to the world where we belong.
Sorry for not being much online. Haven't been replying to comments and also not able to read much of the beautiful posts. I am really blessed with all your love and support. Thank you for that. Trying best to take out few moments to read all your amazing verses. Will be in touch soon. Till then be the magicians of words, keep writing and keep shining. Tag # so that I don't miss much when I will be available. Thank you. Yours angelic Devil