As i walked out one evening

Its only proper that i begin the blog by thanking A.k . ( for the uninitiated , when ppl in this hallowed institute are baffled about anything they either google it or ask A.K , infact i think if he could somehow make himself write down all his wisdom into a book , it ll be a bestseller and before this blog turns into an A.K fan mail let me get back to the topic) who introduced me to this brilliant poem written by W.H.Auden called "As i walked out one evening" , following are some unworthy thoughts of mine ....
( you can read the entire poem through second link given on the right column of the blog )
first of all the title ... " As i walked out one evening " . Eversince i was a child i had this typecast notion of a heading . " A heading should give an insight into what follows it " . Here , although the poet does not care , i mean what if i m browsing through a list of poems , i would probably ignore it and settle for "the recluse ". Who anyways wants to read about what happened to a silly poet ??

In headaches and in worry
Vaguely life leaks away,
And time will have his fancy
To-morrow or to-day.

i have not seen a more simple and clear message in my life . The first two lines establish the point that at times when u are immersed in a pointless dilemma of urs , life leakes away . It is indeed very important to act in a manner your heart prescribes. What is notable here is that poet did not resort to the use of can , could , may , might etc ( the weaker words ) , instead he states it as a matter of fact. Another important msg is in the last line ... even "the almighty time" does not have a control on yesterday so how could u??


" O plunge your hands in water
Plunge them up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed."

The best thing about the aforesaid lines is the picture it paints , a clear vivid picture of helplessness . Think what if u dint have your hands , u cant do anything about anything .
i only wish one of my poems could have this clarity of thought and expression .

It was late, late in the evening
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
As if the poet suddenly woke up from his dream . He describes what he sees around him and the poem ends . A rather beautiful way of ending a poem .

u say nothin at all

it seldom happens that someone else's words seem to fit the jacket of your feelings ...this is one of those occassions , so here goes .....
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It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart.
Without sayin' a word you can light up the dark.
Try as I may I could never explain,
what I hear when you don't say a thing.

All alone I can hear people talking about,
but when you hold me near you drown out the crowd.
Old Mr Webster could never define
what 's bein' said between your heart and mine.
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the rest of the paragraphs are not applicable in the current state of affairs but i m happy for what i have ... and i want no more

as always in the disguise

how soon can the world change for a person ?
i mean one second the night is full of stars and the cool breeze smiles as it passes u by , the green trees seem to be holding the sky and lovin it too , the lamp posts illuminate the black clean roads that invite you to walk without askin u to reach anywhere . As a group of shoes move , they make a rythm which is almost musical in sense . The people on streets all cheerful and happy. they dont really care much about life or its end.
And just about that time ....
you fall on your face .bamm. the very same road has hurt you so bad . the cold wind multiplies ur pain manifold , blood rushes out of your nose . the trees are shaking with laughter. they have never been so amused in their life . the lamppost wanna make sure that every one standing there sees how stupid you have been and mocks you . the noise of shoes hurts ur ears as everyone does a sprint to see your pathetic condition , the people with fags in their hand and too busy with themselves and their utter amusement on you condition makes you think ....
how soon can the world change for a person ??

noname.flg

i always wonder how can one title a writing before its even written so at this instant i abstain from this responsibility , now that Spring Fest is finally over i have the much wanted " time " .
though somethings have changed .

i always profess professionalism and thus absence of feelings in matters important to business but at this important a great sense of belonging has set in . I feel so connected to Spring Fest
that now i think it would be very difficult for me to leave it and move on .

Some other things have changed too and i would like to write abt them , but should i used the disguise of third person that i always do or should i lay myself bare is a question that i m thinking abt . till then adios