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

Friday, April 11, 2008

The cicada's plaint

April is the grasshopper's time,
The cricket and cicada's too;

April is the time of flowers,
The time of sweet nectar-filled flowers;

April is the time of singing,
The time to chirp serenades of love;

April is the time of summer,
The summer of May and June;

April is the season of joy,
The joy that seems eternal.

but April's the month of deceit,
The joys are but ephemeral;

April blinds one to December,
And its cold that starves and torments;

April's a cheat and a liar,
April is the cruellest month.

(drawing from the fable of the ant and the cicada)


Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home