
I don't know why, but I feel that this song speaks about me.
I am a Rock
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Don't talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armour,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
~Simon & Garfunkel
You have got the blues! It happens. You feel overwhelmed by the internet? I feel like that about life itself.
ReplyDeleteIf it helps, some people do care. :)
even if only a handful, you will find people eager to listen to rocks...
ReplyDeleteHey there Mr.Blues..sumthin to cheer u up and no, I din't write this pome.
ReplyDeleteHAPPINESS EPIDEMIC
WIthout any warning, the disease
sweeps across the country
like a traveling circus.
People who were once blue,
who slouched from carrying
a bag of misery over one shoulder
are now clinically cheerful.
Symptoms include kind gestures,
a bouncy stride, a smile
bigger than a slice of canteloupe.
You pray that you will be infected,
hope a happy germ invades your body
and multiplies, spreading merriment
to all your major organs
like door-to-door Christmas carolers
until the virus finally reaches your heart:
that red house at the end of the block
where your deepest wishes reside,
where a dog howls behind a gate
every time that sorrow
pulls his hearse up the driveway.
-DAVID HERNANDEZ
Thanks. :) This is better. I feel better.
ReplyDeletemaybe you think too much?
ReplyDeleteThey say that the left side of the brain
Controls the right
They say that the right side
Has to work hard all night
Maybe I think too much for my own good
Some people say so
Other people say no no
The fact is
You don't think as much as you could
S&G again...
If a little blue can unleash such poesy, I'm ready to go blue all over again. Thanks, Atul.
ReplyDeleteSoumya,
ReplyDeleteIf you are interested, I have posted the Sanskrit definition for Guru. Sumthing that I learnt in my Sanskrit class dating back to my college days. (I hope I got it right)
Translated in english, would mean the same that u have posted in my blog. But I have no way of verifying it.
Blog addiction manifests in different ways. This is just one of those. Hehe.
ReplyDeletearre yaaar, senti khaiso????
ReplyDeleteLOL, we are a nice group of friends.. years later, we will tell stories that hey remembere how we met.. over at ...whose blog was that lol
now i'm sure that u are my cousin. u too got the 'blue' gene.do one thing....
ReplyDeletewhen u r in blue, think of the happiest memories....that will work(i learn this from harry potter)
Ah but sometimes having the blue's can be a comfort - well for me anyway, just hope it doesnt last long though. Cheer up :)
ReplyDeletei got my foot stuck in a manhole once.
ReplyDeletei had to wait 15 minutes while my brother recovered from his laughing fit.
:P
khair...i hope things work out for u!
oh!!!! i forgot to ask how was ur manhole experience?????
ReplyDeleteSIGH... yeah I try not to switch on the PC when at home.. i try to be away from tech as much as possible.. :)
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