Wednesday, 29 February 2012

in an imperfect can only hope to hingle imperfectly together

By way of a link from a picture, I found on Google an interesting poetry site.
Erospainter erotic theme park.

There is an interesting amount of poetry here, so don't delay.

Content may be explicit..
Prudes don't click link...

Monday, 27 February 2012

'Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night'

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 I loved this poem. A truly great creative writer.

Dylan. You da man...

Wednesday, 22 February 2012


IF THE JOURNEY IS ABOUT DISCOVERNG ME then the path is sometimes too difficult to trail…..
If I see the complete design of the universe,my existence becomes so small,my ego just so ignorable.
Have I been defeated already, or still there are chances of win…….
Everyday seems a mistake all so many times I have been rubbished 'n' mocked

My definitions in life are oh yes quite quirky but…
After with all dats gone by, who sees any silver lining in the clouds still.
If the journey is about me discovering myself,the path becomes so difficult to trail sometimes…

They say I have been my own enemy, yes I'm my best critic I believe
My deficiencies make me so much of myself, how can I part from all that and be

If I make the criterion and  if  I'm the judge ….
Then with the endurance earned and a graceful smile I give myself accolades still.

And then if the journey is all about me…….the path will remain as much difficult to trail..
The design is right and our existences just spread in a small time, I will let myself be…the best I can be…..

A lovely poem by Shabda, a young woman from Delhi India.
See her BLOG.