Twilight plights –Sri Sri

One Evening…
Norma Shearer at Roxie or,
Kanchana Mala at Broadway!
Where to go?
Mulled over, a university student!

At a Hotel --
Sweets of almonds or,
Cakes of Vermicelli!
What to eat?
Chewed over, a government employee!

The same evening…
Thoughts of ravening creditors,
Hungry whimpers of his children!
To hang himself to death or
To jump in to the sea to die –
Contemplated, a suicidal farmer!

Trois Couleurs
'Red'

Valentine: "You are mistaken....about everything. People aren't bad. They may be weak sometimes."

'Blue'
Coming soon.

'White'
Coming soon.

Aw !!Sinatra !!!

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to Harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's o'k
She hates California, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp

Tea and Coffee

Saturday 15:01 Hrs
Can you get some tea from that take-away?
And don't forget the cookies.

Saturday 16:01 Hrs
Do we have some water to drink?
Never mind! I will bring some from the store.

Saturday 17:01 Hrs
Should I turn on the fan?
Yeah, its very hot.

Saturday 18:01 Hrs
Don't you think that this is a serious problem?
What what? These extreme weather conditions!

Saturday 19:01 Hrs
Should I wash the cups?
I will wash the dishes even after our marriage.

Saturday 20:01 Hrs
Is the film boring?
I like it, you can go read a book if you want.

Saturday 21:01 Hrs
Oh! Are you feeling sleepy?
Then make a coffee for me, darling, and I will come to lie down next to you.

1 to 10

First impressions,
secondary love,
third night,
fourth lover,
fifth condom,
sixth sense,
seventh fight,
eight PM,
nine lies,
Ten is when she's gone.

A Psalm of Life
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real—life is earnest—
And the grave is not its goal:
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destin'd end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act—act in the glorious Present!
Heart within, and God o'er head!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footsteps on the sands of time.

Footsteps, that, perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

"Our lives will end the day we become silent about the things that matter"

"I submit to you that if a man hasn't discovered something he will die for , he isn't fit to live "

Martin Luther King

Three Colors 

Just a tree 

Sri Sri
TO POESY - A RHAPSODY


Poesy O poesy
It was long long ago
It was once upon a time
I was young I was green
There was nothing to be seen
The fragrance of my hope
Clung to me like a robe
So long long ago
At once upon a time
Where were you then
Ask the far horizon
In my hope in my dream
I thought I saw your crepuscular car
How beatiful you were
How beyond my reach
Far beyond my gaze
In the days long agone
My life I loafed alone
Dedicated consecrated
To you to you to you
My life I laughed away
Seeking seeking seeking
I almost forgot
What it was sought
The intoxicated moments
Were an endless torment
And I knew not
Which was which what was what
This five-fingered magic was it you
This imitation of inspiration
This decor or rhetoric
This sylogistic illogic was it you
I knew not then
And what was your form
What sybaritic grace what wingcommanding norm
Dulcet halcyon
Eohippus celestial griffon
I knew it wasn't you
I rotted in my room
I waited in the gloom
Alive alone alone
Those days long agone
That onced upon my time
And as I chimed Drenched in the downpour of my dream
Always expectant
By my discipline putrified
By my determination petrified
With many a fiery sonata
In my medulla oblongata
Pleading Oh when Oh when
Shall the gates of creation open
As thus I waited
With my breath bated
What shouts what hetaerea what chimaerae
What parallelograms of emotions
What ultramarine exultation
What trinitrotoluene of exultation
Bursting on my head
Thud thud thud thud
How did my song come to life
What was it I had seen
Was it the midnight sky rending
The very heaven descending
In a perpetual perpendicular of rain
Blowing conch blasting drum
In the ocean's skyscraping storm
I heard that very night
In the forests intricate
Metreless but not meaningless
The noises and voices of hunger and sex
Of wild animals Leo the rex roaring
Growling tiger prowling jackal howling
And too I heard
The music of the spheres
The symphony of orchestra of the stars
The earthquake's ultimatum
Empires crumbling
Governments tumbling down
And I heard the reverberating conflagrations
Of wars and revolutions
There you are
Always everywhere
Immediate as here
Instantaneous as now
And how
Could I enumerate
All that I saw that I heard
As I thought of you
How could I construe
In so many words
All the sounds all the visions
Conjured up by my contemplation of your presence
Refulgent diamond
Flowering in a lake of fire
Ferric falcon flying
Bells of fever pealing
In the cannon's mouth of deafening choir
And more and more and more
The sights and sound galore
I saw the maternity ward the midnight birth
A young mother hugging her newborn babe
I heard her dreams describing
Honeysweet vortices in her mind
I heard the sleeping baby
Sing the singsong dingdong memories of its past
And then the vast
Magnified closeup of the patient chloroformed
In a twilight of life and death
I heard his nervestrings thrum
His blood vessels hum
And I saw the drunken bum
Immobilized in the gutter
I heard his confused shutter
Complaining to the dogs
Explaining to the stars
In incomprehensive rigmaroles
The deep sea wisdom of his inner soul
Again I heard I heard I heard again
The strained refrain of stridnet pain
Welling in the eyelids half-closed
Of the metropolitan prostitute locked in the act
Of the carnal diablerie
Trading love's counterfeit zeal
For a fee that buys her meal
I also heard

Intelligent Design.

What is your say?

Intelligent Design (or ID) is the controversial assertion that certain features of the universe and of living things exhibit the characteristics of a product resulting from an intelligent cause or agent. Though publicly most ID advocates state that their focus is on detecting evidence of design in nature, without regard to who or what the designer might be, in statements to their constituents and supporters nearly all state explicitly that they believe the designer to be the Christian God.Adherents of ID claim it stands on equal footing with the current scientific theories regarding the origin of life and the origin of the universe. This claim has not been accepted by the mainstream scientific community who argue that intelligent design does not constitute a research program within the science of biology. Despite ID sometimes being refered to popularly and in the media as Intelligent Design Theory, it is not recognized as a scientific theory and has been categorized by skeptics as creationist pseudoscience. The National Academy of Sciences has said that Intelligent Design "and other claims of supernatural intervention in the origin of life" are not science because their claims cannot be tested by experiment and propose no new hypotheses of their own. Critics argue that ID proponents find gaps within current evolutionary theory and fill them in with speculative beliefs, and that ID in this context may ultimately amount to the "God of the gaps".Both the Intelligent Design concept and the associated movement have come under considerable criticism.This criticism is regarded by advocates of ID as a natural consequence of methodological naturalism which precludes by definition the possibility of supernatural causes as rational scientific explanations. As has been argued before in the context of the creation-evolution controversy, proponents of ID make the claim that there is a systemic bias within the scientific community against proponents' ideas and research based on the assumption of methodological naturalism that science can only make reference to natural causes.Media organizations often focus on other qualities that the designer(s) in Intelligent Design theory might have in addition to intelligence, "higher power", "unseen force", etc.

Sonnet18
William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

22
Emily Dickinson

I gave myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way

The value might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciates the sight;
But, 'til the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, 'tis mutual risk,
—Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life,—each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.

Tagore

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

Pablo Neruda.

And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.

I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddledwith arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starryvoid,
likeness, image ofmystery,
I felt myself a pure partof the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.

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An excerpt from Language Truth and Logic by Alfred Ayer.

The criterion which we use to test the genuineness of apparent statements of fact is that criterion of verifiability. We say that a sentence is factually significant to any given person, if, and only if, he knows how to verify the proposition which it purports to express – that is, if he knows what observations would lead him, under certain conditions, to accept the proposition as being true, or reject it as being false. If, on the other hand, the putative proposition is of such a character that the assumption of its truth, or falsehood, is consistent with any assumption whatsoever concerning the nature of his future experience, then, as far as he is concerned, it is, if not a tautology, a mere pseudo-proposition. And with regard to questions the procedure is the same. We inquire in every case what observations would lead us to answer the question, one way of the other; and, if none can be discovered, we must conclude that the sentence under consideration does not, as far as we are concerned, express a genuine question, however strongly its grammatical appearance may suggest that it does.As the adoption of this procedure is an essential factor in the argument of this book, it needs to be examined in detail.In the first place, it is necessary to draw a distinction between practical verifiability, and verifiability in principle. Plainly we all understand, and in many cases believe, propositions which we have not in fact taken steps to verify. Many of these are propositions which we could verify if we took enough trouble. But there remain a number of significant propositions, concerning matters of fact, which we could not verify even if we chose; simply because we lack the practical means of placing ourselves in the situation where the relevant observations could be made. A simple and familiar example of such a proposition is the proposition that there are mountains on the farther side of the moon. No rocket has yet been invented which would enable me to go and look at the farther side of the moon, so that I am unable to decide the matter by actual observation. But I do know what observations would decide it for me, if, as is theoretically conceivable, I were once in a positions to make them. On the other hand, such a metaphysical pseudo-proposition such as “the Absolute enters into, but is itself incapable of, evolution and progress”1, is not even in principle verifiable. For one cannot conceive of an observation which would enable one to determine whether the Absolute did, or did not, enter into evolution and progress. Of course it is possible that the author of such a remark is using English words in a way in which they are not commonly used by English-speaking people, and that he does, in fact, intend to assert something which could be empirically verified. But until he makes us understand how the proposition that he wishes to express would be verified, he fails to communicate anything to us. And if he admits, as I think the author of the remark in question would have admitted, that his words were not intended to express either a tautology or a proposition which was capable, at least in principle, of being verified, then it follows that he has made an utterance which has no literal significance even for himself.

Matter of fact.

I am an ordinary man.

How do I love her?


The sun asked me,"
How do you love her?"
I answered him,
"Like the way you shine within a clear blue sky".

The wind asked me,
"How do you love her?
"I answered her,"
Like the way you carry a cool summer breeze".

The trees asked me,
"How do you love her?
"I answered them,
"Like the way you grow tall on the huge mountains".

Then you asked me,
"How do you love me?
"I answered you,
"Like the way you love me".

Naked In the Rain

-----He loved her
And
She loved the rain.

He wanted to read his favourite book,
Sit at the old fashioned chair near the window,
Put his feet on the antique pine wood table
And Read aloud his favourite lines.

Instead....
He stood naked in the rain.

He wanted to drink a glass of wine,
Lie down on the couch in the corner of the room,
Play comfy music on the record player
And watch the rain through the misty wine glass.

Instead....
He stood naked in the rain.

He wanted to light a cigarette,
Stand out under the sunshade in the balcony,
Listen to the sound of rain beating the world,
And watch the cigarette die out.

Instead....
He stood naked in the rain.

He wanted to write a new poem,
write her name on the paper boat,
Fill the buckets with the fresh rain water,
And dedicate the poem to her.

Instead....
He stood naked in the rain.

-----He loves her
And
She loves the rain.