09 September 2010

Return



Days when the
Laughter of life
Needs no reason.

Discipline is the
Season of joy.



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Who knew? Who knew that there was still some poetry left in my soul? It seems I knew and take these words new. I am teasing of course. I knew the shadow would pass. Unless, unless of course it did not. Well, if you really want to be a poet, then my only advice is to read aloud from Tagore's Gitanjali every day. To be taken with meditation.

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In my meditation,
I am atop a wave gigantic,
Indomitable, beyond obstruction.



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"Thou hast made me known to friends whom I knew not. Thou hast given me seats in homes not my own. Thou hast brought the distant near and made a brother of the stranger."
Verse 63 of Gitanjali.

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