The Oracle Speaks. .

A strange thought just came to me......what if I die tomorrow......how many would miss me? to how many would it be of any consequence? how many would say they knew me.........another feeling........What is the right time to die? Is there such a thing as a right time to die? Would I regret something if I die today.......or would I accept death with contentment.......what about happiness........is death really such a dreadful thing??? why do we cry when someone departs for the other world..........is it not for the empty void in our life........do we really mourn the lost one.....are'nt we showing sadness for the short life of our own joyous moments with the person.....sometimes when we are angry we wish for others to die...but what if they do die!!!! We drive ourselves to insanity thinking about our own evil thoughts!!!!Evil........is death really an arm of the Evil.........isn't there a life after death....call it Heaven or call it the Other World......... isn't death then a blessing of the Good........why then do we condemn those who choose death as an escapade??? Because they aren't strong enough to face the world..........Life is associated with Light and Death with Darkness.............Darkness brings us to the colour Black........where no colour prevails..........it is where nothing exsists....Or is it so?? we do not know what lies in Black... what lurks in the Darkness.......perhaps thats why we fear it...Black is the colour of Power...Isn't Darkness then mysterious........we come from darkness and fade away into it and call the struggle of exsistence Light.......Isn't that a paradox.......for it has always been considered in every religion and mythology that the life before or after this life is always superior......yet we associate it with Darkness......then truth is in Darkness and illusion in Light..........qouting Conrad........"he looked beyond the great light of a cloudless day into the darkness of a world of illussions".........

This is not an assertion........but a quest to find answers.

In the mood for. . .

If Life gives shit to you, say a polite thank you and move on...only goes to show how much more stronger than Life you are.
The cellos, the violins, the guitars will stop pulling the strings of your heart and you will find yourself standing alone in the piano room, staring up at the ceiling; the ceiling will melt into an open blue sky...
And you’ll float upon a distant cloud...
There in the distance you'll hear laughter, you'll chase it, run towards it and find a clear blue pond as pristine as the sky above, and at its corner youll meet a simple little girl. With wild flowing hair, and wide awestruck eyes...dont you know her, dont you know that smile...ofcourse you know the girl staring at you from the pond...and then you blow an autumn leaf, and it floats through the mystic air and scatters the solemn sky with its funny little waves...
And you laugh again, at the cello, the violin and the guitar...

Lucy Poem

It's been a while since I read Victorian Poetry. Being an extremely moody creature I ended up reading my favourite poem- Lucy by William Wordsworth. I know Mrs. Dennison (my Lit. teacher in School) would be very happy to know that I still enjoy and appreciate poetry like the way I did in school.

So, here is my favourite part of the poem (it's a very long poem)-

She dwelt among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove,

A Maid whom there were none to praise

And very few to love:

A violet by a mossy stone

Half hidden from the eye!

Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know

When Lucy ceased to be;

But she is in her grave, and oh,

The difference to me