Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Monday, June 12, 2006

A Writer's rant

Why am I a writer?
Why bother pentameter?
Why must ink stain paper?

Why have I nought better?
Than be a story-teller;
Why am I a writer?

While men earn and prosper,
I am just a word-monger;
Why must ink stain paper?

I may be a great master
Or just a poetaster
Why am I a writer?

Why mess with rhyme and meter,
With plotline and character?
Why must ink stain paper?

Why not live a quieter
Life of peace that's better?
Why must ink stain paper?
Why am I a writer?

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