Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
--Talking about Literature
While fixing the clothes...me and Cess were talking about World literature and stuffs...I told her about my late English teacher in high school who made us memorize the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh and influenced my penchants to English Lit...and this is the only poem I ever could recite.. thanks to you Sir Comia...RIP...
The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd
Sir Walter Raleigh
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleas might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall,
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten--
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind may move
To live with thee and be thy love.
The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd
Sir Walter Raleigh
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleas might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall,
Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten--
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.
But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind may move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
-Purple Wish by:poetic_dustbin

And he wrote me this..
Purple Wish
It was a long crooked journey
from the cold blistering screams
of the ice caps.
to the crackling inferna; whispers
of the dessert.
I took a lot of pitstops
to quench my undying thirsts
to relieve mysore legs
to justify my orinciples
and even thought of ceasing
settle down by the shore
and rest my weakening body
and reside by it's tainted sand
but your song kept me focus
like a lifeblood that nurtured me
my voyage continued
never to falter again
in the midst of the temptation
and after a decade of trials
conquering fears and dangers
I have reached the green alps
and there I found the lush
plains of shimmering tender lilacs...
*02032012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
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