English Poetry

Either way, it will be a sigh, hai na Dimps. Is there anyone who never wonders--what if or what if not?

Waise the road less travelled by is not a pleasant one. The millions trotting on the well-worn parallel road point fingers at one as a freak!!!

May I ask, aapke paas itna bada poetry ka khazana hai. Aapko kahan se milte hain? Aap khud likhti hain?

He lives life to the fullest but never touches its core.

What exactly makes you say so ?

People have been given fingers so they can point them. What does one care about what anyone else says. and Why ?

PS : I am just trying to understand please do not think I am questioning anything you said.

Very true Priya...I AM VERY OFTEN
considered A FREAK....
more on this at an approriate place and time...
and NO..I do not have the talent to
write verses of my own - I only read and
absorb ?

I love poetry - both in English and my mother
tongue TAMIL - have kept so many diaries and books
to them - which has been travelling with me to
all the houses that I have changed so far, from city
to city...

Priya.. a sort of reply to your last post...



Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
by Lord Tennyson

I can understand making Ur bed and not being able to sleep on it as it is lumpy or has bed bugs, so making it again and again till U are comfortable and find rest. I can also understand never finding that true love that we all seek and hence always searching. But if someone else's true and devoted love given to U, is just a game, just amusement, if U can hurt people and not care, if Ur abandoned laughter is worth more than someone's deepest pain, U cannot begin to understand life, I feel. I would not call a human being as portrayed in this poem a human being.

This is why I said I am a freak. I just don't think that way. I hardly find anything motivating in living life for myself. True, I want to be happy, but not by walking over someone else or using someone

This is the way I look at love and life.
Enter a relationship only if U love the person.
Enter a friendship only if U genuinely like the person.
Of course we want the best for ourselves but not that we use others for that end.
Live and let live.

My dear gal, U mean when people fall in love, they analyse all this in advance. U just rush ahead on a wave of emotion, if U are lucky, the wave is light and buoyant and U float, if Ur unlucky U are dashed against the rocks.

And loving deeply does not mean being a devotee!!!

BTW ZZZ clinical in my book is inhuman.

Well, stop calling yourself a freak. Most of the women on earth seem to think that they dont live for themselves. That their lie is to serve someone else, dote around and love. I see it as a deep need to be useful which springs out from the insecurity. They must be able to offer themselves fully, and create a sort of dependence so that other person tkaes care of themselves. I think our society is responsible for cultivating such feelings.
Everyone uses others Priya, in one way or other. And they use others for their pleasure only. IF one makes someone else's life comfortable.. it is because inturn it makes them feel happy.
I understand that hurting others for pleasure is not fair and caring for them is considered good. But I completely disagree that we live for anyone but ourselves.



You say Enter a relationship only if you love the person. And I understand this love is not "love at first sight" but rather one that develops by togetherness and mutual adoration. For that one does know what kind of person the other fellow is. In that case, one has some idea of what lies ahead, but if they wish to ignore it, and complain later.. I do not find it fair.
Also possible that such traits were never evident before, because of the limited interaction or the other person hid it on purpose. So When one becomes aware , then the onus is with them to take the next step and act in a manner most suitable to themselves. IF they love him/her a lot and are ready to overlook.. fair enough.. else muster up the strength to break free. If you have strength to go through undesirable behaviour.. you can do the other as well.


Maybe I am a freak.

Emotions are fine.. and I can understand them. But somehow I cannot help being analytical. Maybe am too cautious and can never know the kind of love you do.
And btw, I cannot for most part attribute what happens to me to luck. It is my actions I believe in, they keep me busy today and define my future.



The kind of love you talk .. giving oneslef completely .. seems devotion to me.


: ) That is the only sane way I know.

I am not good at defining, analysing or defending my ppoint of view.. Can only say what I feel. (IMG:style_emoticons/default/sad1.gif)

Aur teesra yaar kaun hai?

: ) Main aap aur confusion .. aur kaun.

And I do understand when You say that love makes the world go around.
But again, because you love the other person, doing stuff for them makes you feel good. it makes YOU feel good, other person might not attach so much importance to it. It might be fine with them if you would do it on last date, or just tell them you cannot. They might find another way. So it is your own happinessnot anyone else's.

Another.. you do not like it doing for yourself as you do not love yourself Why do you not love yourself? Because you have hazaar issues and shortcomings. You find it in your heart to accept and love the other person, who might be worse by your standards, but not your own self?
Double standards ? Your ego working there? You cant make mistakes?
why?? why cant you love yourself as you are.. and then maybe work to get better or wherever you wish to be?
What stops us from that???