Thursday, September 19, 2024

sooner.... or, later!

what is he waiting for?

to let this winter to pass?

for the sun to shine again on his horizons?

oh wait!

i do remember him!

saw him here 23 years ago!

used to sit with his friend together!

used to sing at the dawn and dusk!

and now! here he is.



heavens are too jealous of earthlings!

rob the purest, sublime peace of earthlings in few moments!

he waits and waits for another such moment!

sooner or later...

may he find it here again!

here or there...

in each passing day, heavens are drawing closer to him!

may be he will fly away to the heavens!

his story may be heard there... sometime,

sooner or later!








Friday, September 13, 2019

A question....and a bouquet of dreams😊

Questions in general make us feel uncomfortable!🙄 The exams always drive almost everyone crazy at one or another time.🥺

Personally, college life threw so many questions at me, that i could NOT answer much of them.😊

It was always scary to take exams in a language that was so unfamiliar, to a great extent unfriendly, to me.🤕😵🤒

Yet...

It may sound strange that, a single question can walk you through the happiest moments of your whole life!

It can be so amazing, absolute, soul melting, elevating, sublime...u can never forget it ever.

Can give you a whole new experience that you have never gone through before.

It feels as though it was just yesterday, but...

18yrs have passed since i faced such a question!

18 years!

Answer could be write or wrong. It could only be judged by the person who raises that question.

Never knew,  a question can trigger so many happy feelings and dreams!

Dreams,  soooo beautiful and overwhelming, they give u a rebirth. You r born anew again- unblemished.

You smile at your estranged, now rendered-powerless vices as they can not corrupt you again.

Those dreams introduce a better you, to yourself.

Dreams...that can give you swift wings and a limitless sky to fly on.

Dreams...,that teach us the meaning of our lives here, that prepare us to lead a more meaningful, fulfilling life.

Dreams, that make u more humane and compassionate.

Dreams...,that keep your memories alive for many many years. Orrr stay fresh with you....all along your life, until last breath.

Dreams...no matter if got shattered or became real...they make you better forever.😇

Exactly this 14th september...
18yrs ago....
on that friday evening, after early dinner in our hostels, standing in front of that IT building...

you asked me that question!😷

Where is the answer!

Where is the answer!?

Will the dreams give us the answer?

Should i be happy?! 

Or

Should i feel bad?!
😶

Friday, March 4, 2011

குà®±ுந்தொகையில்...3 / romeo-juliet



 ROMEO AND JULIET

ACT II


SCENE II Capulet's orchard.

 [Enter ROMEO]
ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
 [JULIET appears above at a window]
 But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
 It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
 Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
 Who is already sick and pale with grief,
 That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
 Be not her maid, since she is envious;
 Her vestal livery is but sick and green
 And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
 It is my lady, O, it is my love!
 O, that she knew she were!
 She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
 Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
 I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
 Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
 Having some business, do entreat her eyes
 To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
 What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
 The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
 As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
 Would through the airy region stream so bright
 That birds would sing and think it were not night.
 See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
 O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
 That I might touch that cheek!
JULIET Ay me!
ROMEO She speaks:
 O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
 As glorious to this night, being o'er my head
 As is a winged messenger of heaven
 Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
 Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
 When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
 And sails upon the bosom of the air.
JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
 Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
 Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
 And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO [Aside]  Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
JULIET 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
 Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
 What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
 Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
 Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
 What's in a name? that which we call a rose
 By any other name would smell as sweet;
 So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
 Retain that dear perfection which he owes
 Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
 And for that name which is no part of thee
 Take all myself.
ROMEO                   I take thee at thy word:
 Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
 Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
JULIET What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
 So stumblest on my counsel?
ROMEO By a name
 I know not how to tell thee who I am:
 My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
 Because it is an enemy to thee;
 Had I it written, I would tear the word.
JULIET My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
 Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
 Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
ROMEO Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
JULIET How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
 The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
 And the place death, considering who thou art,
 If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
ROMEO With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;
 For stony limits cannot hold love out,
 And what love can do that dares love attempt;
 Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
JULIET If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
ROMEO Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
 Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,
 And I am proof against their enmity.
JULIET I would not for the world they saw thee here.
ROMEO I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;
 And but thou love me, let them find me here:
 My life were better ended by their hate,
 Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
JULIET By whose direction found'st thou out this place?
ROMEO By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;
 He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
 I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
 As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,
 I would adventure for such merchandise.
JULIET Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,
 Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
 For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night
 Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
 What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!
 Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
 And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,
 Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries
 Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
 If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:
 Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
 I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,
 So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
 In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
 And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:
 But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
 Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
 I should have been more strange, I must confess,
 But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
 My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,
 And not impute this yielding to light love,
 Which the dark night hath so discovered.
ROMEO Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
 That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
JULIET O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
 That monthly changes in her circled orb,
 Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
ROMEO What shall I swear by?
JULIET Do not swear at all;
 Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
 Which is the god of my idolatry,
 And I'll believe thee.
ROMEO If my heart's dear love--
JULIET Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
 I have no joy of this contract to-night:
 It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
 Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
 Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
 This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
 May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
 Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
 Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
ROMEO O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
JULIET What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
ROMEO The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
JULIET I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
 And yet I would it were to give again.
ROMEO Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
JULIET But to be frank, and give it thee again.
 And yet I wish but for the thing I have:
 My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
 My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
 The more I have, for both are infinite.
 [Nurse calls within]
 I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!
 Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
 Stay but a little, I will come again.
 [Exit, above]
ROMEO O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
 Being in night, all this is but a dream,
 Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
 [Re-enter JULIET, above]
JULIET Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
 If that thy bent of love be honourable,
 Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
 By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
 Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
 And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay
 And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
Nurse [Within]  Madam!
JULIET I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,
 I do beseech thee--
Nurse [Within]  Madam!
JULIET By and by, I come:--
 To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:
 To-morrow will I send.
ROMEO So thrive my soul--
JULIET A thousand times good night!
 [Exit, above]
ROMEO A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
 Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
 their books,
 But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
 [Retiring]
 [Re-enter JULIET, above]
JULIET Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,
 To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
 Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
 Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
 And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
 With repetition of my Romeo's name.
ROMEO It is my soul that calls upon my name:
 How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
 Like softest music to attending ears!
JULIET Romeo!
ROMEO      My dear?
JULIET                   At what o'clock to-morrow
 Shall I send to thee?
ROMEO At the hour of nine.
JULIET I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.
 I have forgot why I did call thee back.
ROMEO Let me stand here till thou remember it.
JULIET I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
 Remembering how I love thy company.
ROMEO And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,
 Forgetting any other home but this.
JULIET 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
 And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
 Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
 Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
 And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
 So loving-jealous of his liberty.
ROMEO I would I were thy bird.
JULIET Sweet, so would I:
 Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
 Good night, good night! parting is such
 sweet sorrow,
 That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
 [Exit above]
ROMEO Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
 Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!
 Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,
 His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.