“Remember the Frenchman who asked his grandmother at what age we get free from the temptations of love. The old woman said she didn't know” The Doctor’s Dilemma, GB Shaw.
In this beautiful world, I have no desire to die,
I wish to live in the midst of men.
In this sunlight, in the flowering forests
In the heart of all living things may I find a place
Incessant is the play of life across the earth
With its perennial waves of union and separation, laughter and tears.
Weaving songs from the sorrow and happiness of man
I wish I might build an immortal realm.
Or failing this, I hope I can claim a seat
Amongst you for as long as I live
Composing songs like flowers that blossom ever afresh
For you to gather in the morning and noon.
Accept these flowers with a smile, and then alas!
Cast them aside as they fade and die.
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Thursday, May 28, 2015
Wednesday, May 06, 2015
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Thursday, April 23, 2015
When people texted more than
Yes, No, ok, and what?
Sent meaningful long sentences,
Properly capitalised, spelt
(For the Purists only)
And spaced meaningfully
There were friends
Who could match wit with wit
Anger with anger
Repartee with repartee
All in matter of seconds when
SMS Alerts were from people
Not spam sent from machines.
Miss those days
When people texted in words
Sent invites, reminders
Missing U msgs not just in rebus
like "need2seeu2moro" but
"I missed you a lot today, my dear
and want to see you tomorrow".