General Heartbreak

You pulled me in
rescued me from that unsettling sea
but the rope you used was tattered
and it was thrown with intent for me
the passionate tune you played
distracted me from your chaotic ways
a bittersweet defeat
I was smiling before you brought me down
Spinning spinning
Heart pumping speeding
Blushing and blood rushing
I loved it
Never wanting to regain balance
And you were holding me so tight
With open hands
Eventually you lost grip
No, you just let go
I was thrown into that ocean once again
You silently sailed away and left me unanswered
Drowning in my mistake
My heart slowing slowly all so deceiving
It broke within me and I stopped breathing
You saved me with false valiancy
Then let me sink because the water too covers your face
Once my hero, now my heartbreak

by Alchemy Sole

Fruit Gathering

The Cloud said to me, "I vanish"; the Night said, "I plunge into the fiery dawn."

The Pain said, "I remain in deep silence as his footprint."

"I die into the fulness," said my life to me.

The Earth said, "My lights kiss your thoughts every moment."

"The days pass," Love said, "but I wait for you."

Death said, "I ply the boat of your life across the sea."

Tagore (Fruit-Gathering)

What a Story!

I've nothing, nothing to comment on this story! I'm in the awe of it and in no mood to come out of it. Have a read here, and join my awe. :-)

http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/2005/

The Last Leaf - one of the O Henry's short stories!

Courage..

Completed a telugu novel, just few moments back. Had tough time reading it, as I always do when the protagonist is a spineless confused soul, unable to decide about himself and the world around. What prompted me to complete the novel was that the fella, at some point, he started analyzing and understanding what's with him that makes his life hell. And the best of the part of the novel is the ending. Btw, the book is Alpajeevi by RaaVi Sastri, for ppl who are interested.

The afterword by the author had an interesting quote:

"Courage is reckoned the greatest of all virtues; because, unless a man has that virtue, he has no security for preserving any other."
Boswell: Life

I can't agree more! And the book will linger long in my mind, at least because of this quote.

Books v. Cigarettes

Read this book. No, conversed with it. Wanna write about it, something in the least, if not the wholesome feeling I had after completing it. "How do you like a book?" should be an easy question for me at least, since I least hesitate to accept my ignorance or inability to comprehend or my very  persistent opinions about few. Yes, this is not about why and how I like it, rather celebrating the rendezvous.

It was an unexpected call for a B'day party. Very common with me, to forget the special days and dates, so it comes as no surprise for anybody. The lunch was planned to be in City Center. The only reason, if ever I get excited to visit a mall is that there might be a possibility to spend a while in bookstore. (Honestly, I like the elaborate lunches too ;-) ) Since there was no possibility of sneaking in time when guest at a party, was there with least excitement.

Luckily for me, and not so luckily for many ravenous guys around, we were asked to wait. That is when I literally ran to Crosswords and straight to the classic sections. Wanted to pick, Tagore's  My Life in my words, which was not to be there in the whole lot of new collection. I've been quite impressed by the collection of classics at these place. Italo Calvino's book was what I was looking for, when my eyes caught the title "Books v. Cigarettes". George Orwell's name next to the title exhilarated. Never heard about it, a quick browse of the book, helped me accrete the exhilirtion. Marcel Proust's My Reading Days was the other unkown book I fetched.

Having the books on my desk was like having a very close friend waiting for you in the reception of your office and you caught up in an ineffectual meeting. Thankfully, time passes! The moment I was back home, I just couldn't wait for a moment to stop myself from the book. Opened, this particular one, my hands round it, my eyes all busy collecting the black letters on the white page, mind engaged with the thoughts behind the letters and the constant smile on my lips. It got a li'l over my head at times, with no intention of complaints though. The intense conversations were with: a writer at places, a disappointed ex-book salesperson, an obligated book reviewer, a lucky enough patient in a Latin hospital and the best part, a school kid with all insecurities. 

One of the reasons why I hook so much to the presence of books is that, the "listener" in me is at work. No, I'm not silent in it. As a matter of fact, it's me whole completes the conversation :-) At times, you meet some people during travel, absolute strangers, yet you strike the chord and keep talking about all the things or the earth. And you just keep listening to them, sometimes excited, sometimes bored, sometimes with wavering mind but most of the times very interested. The experience of the book as more or less the same for me! "I loved it!" is the statement the usually comes to my rescue.