Blow Your conch shell amidst these armies,
Shatter my misguided heart with the sound.
I am not the enemy, but I am deeply bewildered,
Let Your conch shell set me unbound.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Friday, 15 October 2010
Saturday, 21 August 2010
Call to Rescue
Krishna, this is for You. Thanks for inspiring me to write this. I hope You like it. Love You heaps, God. Love You to bits.
Friday, 4 June 2010
Poetry: Areas to Cover when Writing an Analysis
- Title
- Themes
- Linguistic Devices/Dramatic Techniques: Dialogue, diction, metaphors, similes, personification, onomatopoeia, alliteration, hyperbole, etc.
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Poems about Loneliness
I'm feeling lonely today. Go ahead, call me an emo child. Boo hoo.
So I thought I'd read some poems on loneliness. I found some I really liked so I decided to put it up here.
Loneliness
by Rainer Maria Rilke
translated by Robert Bly
Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.
So I thought I'd read some poems on loneliness. I found some I really liked so I decided to put it up here.
Loneliness
by Rainer Maria Rilke
translated by Robert Bly
Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
Driving Motor Vehicles
A friend of mine just got her driver's license yesterday. It's totally awesome and I'm real happy for her. I have to say, though, getting your driver's license is a terrible pain in the ass. I got it on my fourth try. I know, I know. Shame on me. Tsk tsk. Boohoo.
The rule here is that you take 40 classes, give your road test, and if you fail, you have to take 8 more classes. And that happened to me 3 times. And each of those 3 times, I came out of the Driving School swearing my way to glory. Yes, I cried.
The rule here is that you take 40 classes, give your road test, and if you fail, you have to take 8 more classes. And that happened to me 3 times. And each of those 3 times, I came out of the Driving School swearing my way to glory. Yes, I cried.
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