Friday, May 29, 2015

Loving Stars

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.

- W.H.Auden 

Sunday, May 17, 2015

A thousand roses, a little water

“People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden... yet they don't find what they're looking for...

They don't find it," I answered.

And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water..."

Of course," I answered.

And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

Tuesday, May 12, 2015


When death comes and whispers to me,
“Thy days are ended,”
let me say to him, “I have lived in love
and not in mere time.
…He will ask, “Will thy songs remain?”
I shall say, “I know not, but this I know
that often when I sang I found my eternity.

- Rabindranath Tagore

Monday, May 11, 2015

Many Roads

[The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization. -Sigmund Freud] 

She1 asked, "I haven't heard you cuss, why (not)?"
She2 answered, "I don't cuss, I write poetry."

- Neha

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Placebo Goblet

[ pla·ce·bo ( old definition) pləˈsēbō/ noun a harmless pill, medicine, or procedure prescribed more for the psychological benefit to the patient than for any physiological effect  ]

Scientists are saying -
injecting words
can heal a patient ( psychophysiologically )
Why then, not speak soft and sweet?
Instead of taking pride in
being a bitter pill?

( And then, where does this mind end, and body begin?)

A travel memo was sent: Think of Kabir and think of Kabir often. Aisee vani boliye, mann ka aapa khoye, apna tan sheetal kare, auran ko sukh hoye.  Speak such words, sans ego's ploy
Body remains composed, giving the listener joy. 

- Neha


Siesta by Joan Miró

The clown laughs
He knows :
Young ice is the worst ice -
s  t

b l e .

"If ice be your weapon of choice,
    with the old one.
The more ancient,
   the better,"
he announces
before the dis

- Neha

To Tea Cups

Petal by petal by Neha
The first cup moistens my lips and throat,
The second cup breaks my loneliness,
The third cup searches my barren entrails but to ,
find therein some five thousand volumes of odd ideographs.
The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration, - all
the wrong of life passes away through my pores.
At the fifth cup I am purified, the sixth cup calls me
to the realms of immortals.
The seventh cup-ah, but I could take no more! I only
feel the breath of cool wind that rises in my sleeves.
Where is Foraosan? Let me ride on this sweet breeze
and waft away thither.

- Lo Tung, Tang Dynasty