Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Ah! to sleep...Perchance, to dream!

Dedicated to Neha, Kalc, Suji....and esp. Deeksha.

Where the sheet is without tear,

Where the pillows are piled high,

Where sleep is guilt-free,

Where the sublime snores of slumber have not been broken up

By raucous persistent alarm clocks

Where the sweet dream of snooze land

Has not lost its way

Into the dreary desert sand of early blurry mornings

Where tireless striving

Stretches its arms towards hibernation

Where the mind is led forward by thee

Into ever prolonged sleep and more sleep

Into that heaven of freedom, my father,

Let me, for once, awake!

Monday, September 17, 2007

Fleas interest me so much

Fleas interest me so much
that I let them bite me for hours.
They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,
machines that admit of no appeal.
They do not bite to eat,
they bite only to jump;
they are the dancers of the celestial sphere,
delicate acrobats
in the softest and most profound circus;
let them gallop on my skin,
divulge their emotions,
amuse themselves with my blood,
but someone should introduce them to me.
I want to know them closely,
I want to know what to rely on.

Pablo Neruda

Monday, September 10, 2007