Saturday, October 31, 2009

"A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever"

"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

Birthday of John Keats(1795-1821)

Today, birthday of my favourite poet John Keats who has written "our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought"

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Remember

"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]

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Tranquility

"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].

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Festival of light

Diwali - the festival of light. So, here is the current photo of Howrah Station. It illuminated beautifully.

Poverty in India

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.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

The Outsider

Green outside my bed. I frequently watch the tree grows through my netted window lying in my bed.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

On the river

People bathing just now.

On the river

I am now on the River Ganga. A boat man driving his boat. People are bathing. It is just nine fifty in the morning.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Autumn

I wake up this morning when the sun was about two hours old and went to my garden, where vivid trees arrays to greet one welcome. My attention goes to a young tree, with its leafs - red within its green and reddish stem. Suddenly I recall the sweet poem read last night by the American poet Stacy Smith : "Autumn is the time when leaves fall to the ground. A whispering wind can be heard from all around. The many shades of green change to shades of red and gold. It helps to prepare us for the upcoming cold. The campers try to enjoy their last camping trip of the year, for they know the warm weather will soon disappear. It is a time when families come together and enjoy a long trail, and admire the beautiful colors, some bright and some pale, when the leaves are on the ground parents rake them in a pile. Then children jump in it and play with a smile....... Autumn is reminder that another year soon will end, cherish this lovely season and make it your friend." -Stacy Smith © 2000

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Friday, October 9, 2009

It wasn't in me

"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?

Thursday, October 8, 2009

What is this...

"Ah, what is this a pretty ball; red and round like an overall. Nice, that you made it. Will it come when one calls?" - R M Rilke. would you like to comment.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Sunset

Its time to return home.

Clouds again

The morn was cool. But now its sunshine and rather hot. When i reach ferry, see the clouds again.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Close to evening

Close to evening. Overcast. Drizzle. Returning nest.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Cloud after cloud

After the Puja vacation, when I reached the ferry ghat to go to my Office this morning, the sky suddenly covered with great clouds which normally not to be seen. Especially the other bank i.e. Kolkata's sky was totally black and in a moment the city's sky scrapers becomes invisible, which indicates heavy rain captured the city. When I boarded, the city's rain already crossed the river and attacked our vessel. It is now about to dusk, but the sky remain cloudy. Rain stopped. Don't know when shall be then our next meeting.