I, somehow, am not able to do this. Blogging. I have always liked writing, have written a lot in my diary and have immensely admired good writing. Yet, it gets so difficult for me to pen my thoughts. The little events of everyday life, I give so much a thought to, just fade away without getting down in print. I wish I could just write down all that I think about, because in some way, my thoughts mean so much to me.
Now, my mind is blank again, not knowing how to continue. I will put this much of writing in print. I think its all about making attempt.To keep trying.
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital. ~Oscar Wilde
Monday, August 10, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Haikus
1.I see you and me,
whose reflection do i see,
in your eyes so pretty.
2.Words seep, water like
in the brown mess of mind-pot
a person regrows.
3.Seated close on sand,
holding hands and gazing eyes,
dream eternal love.
whose reflection do i see,
in your eyes so pretty.
2.Words seep, water like
in the brown mess of mind-pot
a person regrows.
3.Seated close on sand,
holding hands and gazing eyes,
dream eternal love.
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