Foggy evening here in Kolkata. No sign of sunshine or sun. But to keep the memory of the last sunset of the year, I captured the view of the sky of Kolkata. And pray to the Sun to rise again in the year 2010
"I met her in the greenest dells, where dew drops pearl the wood blue bells; the lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye, the bee kissed and went singing by, a sunbeam found a passage there, a gold chain round her neck so fair; as secret as the wild bee's song she lay there all the summer long." -John Clare
"i am - yet what I am, none cares or knows: my friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes - they rise and vanish in oblivious host, like shadows in love's frenzied stiffl throes and yet I am, and live-like vapours tort into the nothingness of scorn and noise, into the living sea of waking dreams, where there is neither sense of life or joys, but the vast shipwreck of my life's esteem; even the dearest that I love the best are strange-nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
"And you wait, keep waiting for that one thing which would infinitely enrich your life: the powerful, uniquely uncommon, the awakening of dormant stones, depths that would reveal you to yourself." - Rainer Maria Rilke
"in a field by the river, my love and I did stand, and on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weir; but I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears." -W. B. Yeats [the photo taken on 2nd November at the village].
"Down by the Salley gardens my love and I did meet; she passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; but I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree." - W. B. Yeats [I went to my garden and seen the rose just declared its advent]
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever; Its loveliness increases; It will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing a flowery band to bind us to the earth, spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth of noble natures, of the gloomy days , of all the unhealthy and o'er-darken'd ways made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, some shape of beauty moves away the pall from our dark spirits, such the sun, the moon, trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon for simple sheep; and such are daffodils with the green world they live in; and clear rils that for themselves a cooling covert make 'gainst the got season; the mid-forest brake, rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms : and such too is the grandeur of the dooms we have imagined for the mighty dead; an endless fountain of immortal drink, pouring unto us from the heaven's brink."-John Keats
"Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land; when you can no more hold me by the hand, nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day you tell me of our future that you plann'd: only remember me; you understand it will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while and afterwards remember, do not grieve: for if the darkness and corruption leave a vestige of the thoughts that once I had, better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad." -Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894/London/England) [P.S. I have taken the pic at my native village on 19 October, 2009]
"The stream, so ardent in its course before, sent forth such sallies of glad sound, that all which I fill them had heard, appeared the voice of common pleasure: beast and bird, the lamb, the shepherd's dog, the linnet and the thrush vied with this waterfall, and made a song, which, while I listened, seemed like the wild growth or like some natural produce of the air, that could not cease to be. Green leaves were here; But 'twas the foilage of the rocks- the birch, the yew, the holly, and the bright green thorn, with hanging islands of resplendent furze: and on a summit, distant a short space, by any who should look beyond the dell, a single mountain-cottage might be seen." -William Wordsworth. [the photo was taken by me at our native village on 19 October, 2009].
Today, 17th October is Internation Poverty Eradication Day. I live in India. So I can tell about my country. I can see here poverty is everywhere. When I go by train or by bus or by launch, there are beggers throughout the journey. I can see families living in the city or suburbs on the footpath under the open sky as the footpath is their home. I feel strange how they manage natural calamities living without a roof. Recent study reveals that half of the world's hungry live in India. NGO sources said, half of the kids of India are malnutritious. Therefore, if we want to eradicate poverty, we have to provide them roof, food and nutritions.
"it wasn't in me. It came and went. I wanted to hold it. But the wine held it. (I don't know anymore what it was.) Then he held this out to me, then that, until I gave myself over to him completely. Stupid ass that I am." - R M Rilke. Would you like to comment?