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, June 12, 2009

Dear Jane

There exist such poems in your eyes dear,
Such as would endow the mundane with wonder.
You are the Muse to whom I must surrender,
For none of my own verses could come near.
Together we've seen joy, despair and fear,
You're my pupil, my guide, my child, my mother.
As eternal friend there could be no other,
But there is some news that you ought to hear.

Her eyes! Her eyes! They seem to hide something sad.
She writes worse than you, I concede that, but then,
Possessive longing, vain anxious desire
Was a feeling between us we never had.
We could remain soulmates till such time as when,
You choose to commit my poems to fire.


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