Every morning

With a new promise

every morning

I leave

fresh daisies

at your feet.

 

Thank you

says that little

note

tucked inside.

 

I appreciate.

Thank you,

my life is better.

Much love.

Fervently, 

Thank you.

 

Once outside

I wait for

such pleasure words

to stop churning

in my head.

 

And I wait

for my patience

to fizzle out

while printing

the next note

painstakingly.

 

You bring home sunshine.

Thank you, truly.

 

If only

I could forget

your address

someday

and let

the daisies 

rot. 

 ~

saraswati pujo :)

Longings

Like the beautiful bodies of those who died before growing old,
sadly shut away in sumptuous mausoleum,
roses by the head, jasmine at the feet --
so appear the longings that have passed
without being satisfied, not one of them granted
a single night of pleasure, or one of its radiant mornings.

Constantine P. Cavafy 

- - -

Lines remembered on one such day, a day filled with unsatiated longings. Longings that have passed.

Half an Hour

Half an Hour

-C.P. Cavafy

I never had you, nor I suppose

will I ever have you. A few words, an approach,

as in the bar the other day—nothing more.

It’s sad, I admit. But we who serve Art,

sometimes with the mind’s intensity,

can create—but of course only for a short time—

pleasure that seems almost physical.

That’s how in the bar the other day—

mercifully helped by alcohol—

I had half an hour that was totally erotic.

And I think you understood this

and stayed slightly longer on purpose.

That was very necessary. Because

with all the imagination, with all the magic alcohol,

I needed to see your lips as well,

needed your body near me. 

---

Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard

(C.P. Cavafy, Collected Poems. Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Edited by George Savidis. Revised Edition. Princeton University Press, 1992) 

---

I started reading a few of Cavafy's poems today- they were originally written in Greek (I read the translated versions circulating online). Amlan da had mentioned one of Cavafy's poems during his lectures on Criticism- a poem called King Claudius, which is a unique take on the merits of Claudius and the much debated 'madness' that afflicted Hamlet. I shall reserve my opinions on Cavafy for the time being and concentrate on reading him up properly :)

Of bad manners!

Yes, you. Do you recognize that verrry thin line that differentiates between a cold-shoulder-treatment and formality? And yes, you have all the freedom in the world to look down upon us mere earthlings. We might not be able to impress people with random philosophical babblings and commendable percentages. But, guess what? We have been taught the very basic lesson of beinghuman. One day this sphere of yours will increase, inch by inch and then bigger and I hope it won't be too late for people like you to embrace humility and respect. 

Return to school, learn some manners?

The 'You' mentioned here are unaware of the mere existence of this blog and (I may safely assume) its owner.

:-] 

six point someone. forever so.

edit: five point five someone, actually.

La Gioconda!

click this ^

and you will know.

something you do when you can't be bothered by 56other paintings that you need to study for  tomorrow's exam.