And so I have been tagged by Tim and here is the list of blogs I go to…
1. BlogChaat
2. Life Means More
3. Silence Of Centuries
4. Random Thoughts Of A Demented Mind
5. Creative Obscurity
6. Cartographic Dyslexia
7. DEWDROPS
8. Recursive Hypocrisy
9. School Choice Campaign
When I am dead, and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain drenched hair,
Tho you should lean above me broken hearted,
I shall not care.
For I shall have peace.
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I must be invisible;
No one knows me.
I have crawled down dead-end streets
On my hands and knees.
I was born with a ragin’ thirst,
A hunger to be free,
But i’ve learned through the years.
Don’t encourage me. More
What a sight for my eyes
to see you in sleep.
Could it stop the sun rise
hearing you weep?
You’re not seen, you’re not heard
but I stand by my word.
Came a thousand miles
just to catch you while you’re smiling.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
- Dylan Thomas
Lets paint the sky tonight
Let’s try an after dinner fit
Of fantasy and fun
Let’s not lie and watch TV
Tonight, Let’s paint the sky
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*Title shamelessly copied from Indra Sinha’s book “Death Of Mr. Love”*
What are you doing?
I’m killing Mr. Love
Who are you?
Im no one in particular. I’m just… no one.
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Relinquish these tears to these petty words
They will Never be enough to encapsulate the void
The sister who asks if I am drunk
The mother who won’t let me hold the enfant
How do I make it go away?
Don’t let the masses fool you my friend
They are drunk on different spirits
Ride the wind on your pedals
Embrace the wind on the sunny dock
Let each fabric of nature touch you
That you may never die in her arms
Because his opposite is birth not life More
Our death is our wedding with eternity.
What is the secret? “God is One.”
The sunlight splits when entering the windows of the house.
This multiplicity exists in the cluster of grapes;
It is not in the juice made from the grapes.
For he who is living in the Light of God,
The death of the carnal soul is a blessing.
Regarding him, say neither bad nor good,
For he is gone beyond the good and the bad. More
