i hate saying byes....its that sinking feelin you get in your tummy... that maybe next time around....whenever that happens...things will be soo much different....
...and yet i long to travel....to see the world...to make the globe my home....
...but then alas, isnt everyday different...don't decisions we take... bring us on a path opposite to what could have...would have been...
...it all soo yucky to take leave...to have the courage to face the new world...to take in the change...n smile all through out...
hmm....dont know if i am strong enough...dunno if i want to move on....but i do have dreams in my eyes....n i know i must....
... cause the world awaits me!!
8 comments:
and where are you headed milady?
to the brooke beyond yon forest?
or you picked a migratory trail of a (s)tern nature?
Hi,
I stumbled upon your blog (actually I worked my way from Mayura's profile on Orkut. I happen to know Mayura from IITB). While most of the posts were cryptic, there was still that element of familiarity and comprehension that made them beautiful.
I present to you one of my favourite poems, which beautifully captures the pain of leaving behind memories and moving onwards...
Journey Onwards by T. Moore:
AS slow our ship her foamy track
Against the wind was cleaving,
Her trembling pennant still look'd back
To that dear isle 'twas leaving.
So loth we part from all we love,
From all the links that bind us;
So turn our hearts, as on we rove,
To those we've left behind us!
When, round the bowl, of vanish'd years
We talk with joyous seeming—
With smiles that might as well be tears,
So faint, so sad their beaming;
While memory brings us back again
Each early tie that twined us,
Oh, sweet's the cup that circles then
To those we've left behind us!
And when, in other climes, we meet
Some isle or vale enchanting,
Where all looks flowery, wild, and sweet,
And nought but love is wanting;
We think how great had been our bliss
If Heaven had but assign'd us
To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we've left behind us!
As travellers oft look back at eve
When eastward darkly going,
To gaze upon that light they leave
Still faint behind them glowing,—
So, when the close of pleasure's day
To gloom hath near consign'd us,
We turn to catch one fading ray
Of joy that's left behind us.
Regards
Raju
@technomerlin: heading nowhere really...physically still where i was a few days back...atleast for a lil while..:)
@raju: thnks...the poem is beautiful...
cryptic..didnt mean to make it cryptic...:)...but glad u figured somethng out nyways...
n sports law...tres intresting!! :)
Glad you liked the poem. Yeah, I recently graduated. We studied the Humanities, Management and Law of Sport (http://www.fifamaster.org). Was one of the best things I have done!
You still studying?
yea....studyin law...final yr .. saumil's told me a lot abt u..:)
hi, found ur blog thru orkut ... lord bless it!
u voiced my feelings precisely !!!
i'm sure my dreams wl lead me on, just like urs
i noe ...wat u xpect som comment on ur dimples...rite??....well...d pic is quite mesmerisin....
hi..just found ur blog from ur orkut profile..
good work..
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