Archive for November, 2007

What is this life?

Leisure (W.H.Davies)

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

One of my favourite poems…what IS this life? All of us rush here and there, everywhere…afraid of not being at some place at some time. What are we really rushing for? Is our lives taken over by this constant need to move around, to be at some happening place at a happening time? Are we giving up ‘life’ in order to be able to live?

The stone’s been roll’d away!!

After three sleepless nights, I managed to scramble out of bed, bleary-eyed. Haven’t slept much these days and I have to be fresh and alert for my presentation today. Weary bones aching I literally dragged myself off to class. What a pain to see all those cheerful faces, grinning away as if they have no care in this world.

With a heavy heart I managed to park myself on the chair about half the length of the class away from the professor’s perch. With a confidence I was not feeling at all I croaked( at least to my ears!) out my paper to the listening pulsing mass of flesh. When the last word left my mouth, I felt a thundering silence envelop my whole body, engulfing me in its comforting  numbness. It was catharsis.

To see the slow smile spread across the lecteur’s face was bliss. The piercing eyes never left my face but I was too relieved to notice…it does not matter anymore!

A burden has been lifted from my shoulders, the stone’s been roll’ed away!!