Saturday, June 15, 2013

Torpor, Verses

Forced into a heat and humidity induced torpor, I had let the urge to write slip away in favour of quiet evenings of sitting cross-legged on a woven reed mat in my semi-darkened room, dressed in my favourite pair of red and grey checkered shorts and powder blue t-shirt, listening to the pleasant hum of the air-conditioner, sipping a tall glass of iced lemonade, and reading 'Stories of Vladimir Nabokov' and 'Zorba the Greek' in the faint yellow light of a book-lamp. This explains the brief, disjointed, stream of consciousness blog posts in the recent past. Content and length has been massacred by the brutal weather and accompanying ennui. So, I share few verses and a quote I came upon recently:

Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me
.
~
Nizar Qabbani

Strangest, and sad as a blind child, not to see
Ever you, never to hear you, endlessly
Neither you there, nor coming  … Heavy change!—
~ John Berryman
 
If you’re a bird, be an early early bird-
But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
 ~ Shel Silverstein

When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.
~ Mark Twain

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