walk in his shoes

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-until you climb into his skin and walk around in it."

Feel so different by Sinead O'Conner

"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference"

Nostalgia

I asked her if she was unhappy; she says it is not a question of happiness. She says she remembers another thing about when she was young – she remembers when the world was full of wonder – when life was a strand of magic moments strung together, a succession of mysteries revealed, leaving her feeling as though she was in a trance. She remembers back when all it took to make her feel like she was a part of the stars was to simply talk about things like death and life and the universe. She doesn’t know how to reclaim that sense of magic anymore.

Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

Fairies part 2

Fairies have very clear emotions,love or hate whereas humans are always caught up in mixed emotions,an entaglement of moods which make us old.

Dark Knight

is the awesomest movie EVER,a must watch.As far as I am concerned Christopher Nolan is a genius..(yes,I know that I dont have a flair for writing movie reviews):P


O Christian Bale,how I love thee.:)

when we two parted

I read this poem when I was in school and it stayed with me ever since.
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so well--
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.

a guide to life or something like it

It gets harder all the time, Bev Shaw once said. Harder, yet easier too. One gets used to things getting harder; one ceases to be surprised that what used to be as hard as hard can be grown harder yet.

some lover to beloved

down the memory lane on which
you've strolled since ages past
they'll end if you walk farthar a step or two
where exist the turn towards
the wilderness of forgetfulness
beyond which there isnt any
me nor any you
my eyes hold their breath
for any moment you
may turn back,move ahead
or atleast turn to look back


the other wish is also in error,
for my heart knows
there's no turn here,no wilderness,
no mountain range
beyond whose horizon
my perpetual sun of your love can set
may you continue walking,these pathways
its better this way
if you dont even turn to look back
it is okay


although my sight knows that the wish
is just a farce
for if ever it were to run across
your eyes again
right there will
spring forth another pathway like
always,whenever we run into
there will begin
another journey of your lock's shadow,
your embrace's tremor

Fairies

Fallen angels who were not good enough to be saved not bad enough to be lost..Yeats.

Love

...We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greetings cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time..(Zadie Smith)

Hallelujah

Theres only one version of this song for me, and that is Jeff Buckley's.Listening to it always makes me inexplicably sad.

work

I don’t like work. I’d rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don’t like work – no one does – but I like what is in the work – the chance to find yourself. Your own reality – for yourself, not for others – what no one else can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.
[Joseph Conrad, ‘Heart of Darkness’]

Charles Baudelaire, ‘Anywhere Out of this World’

..I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be..

and so it begins

I have seen angels/tempting me/time and again/to raging pits of hell/and I have been escorted/by satan on my last breath/to the gates of paradise/and when the time/to choose will come/will I choose the winged halo/or embrace the damned one?