Wednesday, June 10, 2009

the nightingale

her life--a perennial confusion..
her smiles--the denotation of her grimace..
her cries--the outburst of her exultation..
her warbles--it pervaded along the dark forlorn paths..
her complacency-- she calls herself a nightingale.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

my favourite shakesperean quotes

all the world's a stage,and
all the men nd women,merely players.
they have their exits nd entrances.
and one man,in his time plays many parts,
his acts being seven stages-
-the infant continues his relentless jorney to the grave.
"as u like it".

"men are april when they woo,
december when they wed,
maids are may,when they are maids,
but the sky changes,when they are wives."
"as u like it".

"hark hark,the lark at heaven"s gate sings,
and phoebus' gins arise.......
"his steeds to water at those springs
on chaliced flowers that lies....."
"and winking mary buds
begin to open their golden eyes;
with everything that pretty is,my lady sweet,arise:

the life of my love is thousand times more precious than her virtue."

she held out her arms.for an answer,he clasped her to his heart,
as if he wud never let her go."hang there like fruit ,my soul,till the tree die".

little pearls of anxiety trickled down his crimson cheeks,
brought on both by the heat of the day,
and the worry of the times.
"king richard,the third."

i,to the world,am like a drop of water,
that in the ocean,seeks another drop.
"the comedy of errors".

Thursday, October 2, 2008

daffodils by words worth

the most beautiful poem,i say.......

i wandered lonely as a cloud
that floats on high o'er vales nd hills,
when all at once i saw a crowda host,of golden daffodils;
beside the lake,beneath the trees,
fluttering nd dancing in the breeze.

continuous as the stars that shine,
and twinkle on the milky way,
they stretched in never ending line,
along the margin of a bay:
ten thousand saw i at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance,

the waves besied them danced,but they
out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
a poet could not be but gay,
in such a jocund company!
i gazed-and gazed-but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:

for oft,when on my couch i lie
in vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude;
and then my heart with pleasure fills:
and dances with the daffodils.

for a thing of beauty is,
a joy for ever.