Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a coat or pet.
Take up dancing to forget.
– from ‘A Sad Child’ by Margaret Atwood
I made a short trip to Rajasthan for a cousin’s wedding, or rather, I was forced to by my parents, and dragged along unwillingly. Now, initially, I was thinking about doing something special for my hundredth post, but then I saw this and knew immediately that nothing I can come up with will beat these smiling faces I encountered in Rajasthan.
Presenting, very Happy #100 to FPP.
Thank you all for sticking around, for making this blog what it is and for being forever kind. I will try to be regular and to not disappoint you. If you have suggestions, brickbats, or just want to say hi, drop me a line at the listed e-mail address. See you around. 🙂
His name is Eklavya: he is four and just by the way he looks at you, you know he is going to grow up to be a poet. He told me he cannot sleep; not during the day, not at night. He told me he hardly sleeps and then he asked me if I can teach him how to. I told him to play video-games. I wish I could have told him to write poetry, but then again, maybe he does. Maybe, that’s what keeps him awake.
For Mercy has a human heart;
Pity, a human face;
And Love, the human form divine:
And Peace the human dress.
-from The Divine Image by William Blake
dear,
your slightly parted lips – I cannot see
their hues, but know they are not unlike
the Dame Edith Helen I once kissed,
roseate and velvety – only slightly parted,
promising a mellifluous voice to charm
us all: the amazement of a thought
sketched out thus and captured.
If I were that ear-ring, brushing
against your soft skin, heavens
couldn’t tempt me, but I am a mere
painter of words, sitting here,
wondering if you would tell me
what amused you so.
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My first post after my longest hiatus from the blog ever since its conception is something that has been in planning for a rather long time, a whole month in fact, but took so long because I was never satisfied with the poem I wrote to accompany the picture. No, I’m still not satisfied, I don’t believe it does justice to the subject of this picture, but my exams are over and I had to start somewhere. 🙂
My inbox tells me I missed some 500 odd posts from my fellow bloggers. I will try and read as many as possible over the course of the next few days. If I miss out anything, consider my sincere apologies in advance.
There are certain other things I want to talk about but those will have to wait for another post because I really am in a hurry to hit publish now.
Cheers,
Kriti free-bird Sharma
PS: Credit for this intriguing style of signing of goes to Amritorupa . Trust me, you want to visit her site. 🙂
“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.”
― D. H. Lawrence