The Effulgence Within

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Something to ponder

Life is raw, so it is to most of us Raw, being the material, why, I fail To understand, why, can we not sculpt It into something higher, and are Hell-bent to debase it into ugliness Are we not the artisans Of our own fate? Otherwise what is The meaning Of Free Will? Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Dialogue with my self

Tethered I was in a strange kingdom Of the obscure Somber A hearty welcome greeted me from the Recesses of a dank cave Cold and dark … ” Lemme outta here!” Oh no, said the voice “Remember The last November you came and I tried to show you your enclave?” “Yes, perforce I was wrapped in layers Of... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 11, 2010

God will either catch you or teach you to fly

A forwarded mail I thought I would like to share. It's beautiful. The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Mystic Music of Existence

I see with wondrous eyes the dance Of life and death going on unceasingly Without a pause, for there are no full stops or commas In the cosmic cycle of Nature; it is always a continuous “IS” A yellowed leaf falls, detached from the tree, silently Without leaving a tear or a scar behind; it happily... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Futile Longings Exhaust

(Since I had no time to write, I thought I'll give a REPOST. Those of you who may have read it earlier may please excuse me). A while back, I finished reading Gustave Flaubert’s famous controversial novel, Madame Bovary. It struck me as an ingenuous work of art with a seminal depiction of the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Simply Difficult or Simple Difficulty

A structure built with Toil and elaborate care I saw one fated day Going down, reduced To a heap of wet sands By one rolling sweep Of the sea-wave when nearly Finished; expecting remorse Sadness or complaint, I saw None on the countenance of Those merry children, laughing - And holding a hand in... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Fleeting Glimpses in Fluctuation

I am the container of my worlds, the sole - Outside or inside both, and elfin-like, the whole Visibility is but a reflection, inside out I eat my salmons and my trouts, I stand stout But enter a niggling pain and I fix the tag On some innocent unsuspecting hag My pixie elf, never directed at my self... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Thomas Gray as a Poet

It is no easy task to estimate the place Thomas Gray occupies in the English poetry. We never turn to him to reflect our passions or aspirations, yet the attraction cannot be doubted. It is not the Pindaric odes, but the Elegy and the Eton College ode have an appeal that is perennial. They have the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

The Beauty of Human Sympathy

The greatness of Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard has never been doubted. The poem is a chain of melancholy musings on the obscure lot of the humble village folk who lie buried at Stoke Poges in Buckinghamshire. It reveals much of Gray’s mental attitudes, moods and beliefs. In the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Sunlit bath

Woken up by a thunder steep as I was in a slumber deep Felt as if someone shouting, Wake up, look … a guest is waiting! Dead in the night groggy I was, went back to my treasured cause Morning, upon opening the door, saw no one waiting out there; sore I wondered, “A friendly guest?” but who! Then... Sign in to see full entry.

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