Smaller than Life
Why a blog? Simple. Cacoethes Scribendi -- the urge to write! My literary pretensions and caprices bring me here. Like any writer I write to be read. All my posts, though fettered to my small world and trivially myopic, will live and yearn that somebody connects to them someday. Cognitive frenzies, sardonic musings, aimless banters, incoherent ramblings and trivial indulgences; this is simply an episodic narrative of my trivial world -- in a grain of sand… Smaller than Life.


When I am dead,
I hope it is said,
'His sins were scarlet,
but his books were read'.

- Hillaire Belloc

This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me, --
The simple news that Nature told
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

- Emily Dickinson

The thoughts of our past years
          in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction

- William Wordsworth

Friday, August 19, 2005
A Nameless Poem

Have been opened out of their caskets,
And unfrozen.
But today,
Already, the leaves have begun to fall,
And tomorrow is Winter, I hear.
I know he will come on time
And freeze them again,
Fossilise them into crystalline ice structures
And put them away on mountain tops,
And the ice will be frozen again
After some of it has flown as tears.

Comments via Blogger:

sad but beautiful :)

By God, that was really good!

very nice.

Hey got to your blog via the orkut blogger community.
Very refreshingly different style of poetry.

Hats of to yr poem.It creates aesthetic pleasure + pain.

interesting...very nice

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