Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;--

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

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I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love--

I and my Annabel Lee--

With a love that the wingéd seraphs in Heaven

Coveted her and me.

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And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her high-born kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre,

In this kingdom by the sea.

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The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me--

Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

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But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we--

Of many far wiser than we--

And neither the angels in Heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

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For the moon never beams,

without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise,

but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea--

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

When You Are Old...

William Butler Yeats

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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars...

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how long will he love her??

Sir George Etherege (ca. 1635-1691)

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To a Lady, Asking him how Long he would Love her

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1 It is not, Celia, in our power

2 To say how long our love will last;

3 It may be we within this hour

4 May lose those joys we now do taste:

5 The blessed, that immortal be,

6 From change in love are only free.

7 Then, since we mortal lovers are,

8 Ask not how long our love will last;

9 But while it does, let us take care

10 Each minute be with pleasure past.

11 Were it not madness to deny

12 To live, because w'are sure to die?

where is my pixie dust?!

"All you need is trust... and a little bit of pixie dust!"

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Peter Pan

The Spark that Peter is..

"I suppose I always knew that I made Peterby rubbing the five of you violently together,as savages with two sticks produce a flame.I am sometimes asked who and what Peter is,but that is all he is, the spark I got from you."

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Sir James Mathhew Barrie

about George, Jack, Peter, Michael and Nico Davies in the1928 Peter Pan Dedication

Fire and Ice

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Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also greatAnd would suffice.

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Robert Frost

My lovely window to Persia..

"In the deep places of the heart, two forces, fire and water , struggle together"

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Ferdawsi , The Book of Kings

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(...for magic is what i am.....)

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" Strange , is it not, that of the myriads who

before us passed the door of darkness through,

Not one returns to tell us of the Road

Which to discover we must travel too."

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Omar Khayyam

Three men in a boat...

George said:

"You know we are on a wrong track altogether. We must not think of the things we could do with, but only of the things that we can't do without."

George comes out really quite sensible at times. You'd be surprised. I call that downright wisdom, not merely as regards the present case, but with reference to our trip up the river of life, generally. How many people, on that voyage, load up the boat till it is ever in danger of swamping with a store of foolish things which they think essential to the pleasure and comfort of the trip, but which are really only useless lumber.

How they pile the poor little craft mast-high with fine clothes and big houses; with useless servants, and a host of swell friends that do not care twopence for them, and that they do not care three ha'pence for; with expensive entertainments that nobody enjoys, with formalities and fashions, with pretence and ostentation, and with - oh, heaviest, maddest lumber of all! - the dread of what will my neighbour think, with luxuries that only cloy, with pleasures that bore, with empty show that, like the criminal's iron crown of yore, makes to bleed and swoon the aching head that wears it!

It is lumber, man - all lumber! Throw it overboard. It makes the boat so heavy to pull, you nearly faint at the oars. It makes it so cumbersome and dangerous to manage, you never know a moment's freedom from anxiety and care, never gain a moment's rest for dreamy laziness - no time to watch the windy shadows skimming lightly o'er the shallows, or the glittering sunbeams flitting in and out among the ripples, or the great trees by the margin looking down at their own image, or the woods all green and golden, or the lilies white and yellow, or the sombre-waving rushes, or the sedges, or the orchis, or the blue forget-me-nots.

Throw the lumber over, man! Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.
You will find the boat easier to pull then, and it will not be so liable to upset, and it will not matter so much if it does upset; good, plain merchandise will stand water. You will have time to think as well as to work. Time to drink in life's sunshine ..... "

Dear Ghalib says ....

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"sau kos say ba-zabaan-e-qalam baatein kiya karo aur hijr mein visaal kay ma-zay liya karo"
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"aah ko chahiye aik umr asar ho-nay tak kaun jeeta hai teri zulf kay sar honay tak"
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"hazaaron Khvaahishein aisii ki har Khvaaish pe am nikale,

bahut nikale mere armaan magar phir bhii kam nikale "

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Carpe Diem!

a group of young men, barefoot and dressed in white, run at oceanside to Vangelis's unforgettable theme music ...

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today.....

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out of the blue i thought of " Chariots of Fire"..well maybe not so out of the blue..coz i think one of my dear friends mentioned it somedays back...so have been listening to it's theme track ever since i got back home in the evening...and it does inspire me....it sooooooo inspires me...like a flame...makes me feel like holding the great flame..and run like forrest does in forrest gump..on n on....n feel the ocean in all its glory.....and run...while breeze brushes against my face.........m-a-j-e-s-t-i-c...

Eric Liddell: Then where does the power come from, to see the race to its end? From within.

Harold M. Abrahams: If I can't win, I won't race!

Sybil Gordon: If you won't race, you can't win.

so we begin...

"We shall not cease from exploration,

and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive
where we started and know the place for the first time"

T S Eliot