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

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

A Writer's Sonnet

Why am I a writer?
Why must pen scratch paper?

What is it that makes me
Want to tell a story?
Why think of truth, beauty,
Hope, error and duty?

Why not live, love and die?
Why tell the reason? Why?

Because in a story
Thou art freed from worry
For an hour thou art free
And then truth shall claim thee.

So ink must blot paper,
That's why I'm a writer.

I've violated all traditional sonnet rhyme schemes here, following a (perhaps labored) scheme of aa bbbb cc bbbb aa. Does it work?

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