Damned already, so its no surprise being here
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orejas | 21 October, 2004 06:41
Eighty-nine.
That is a long time.
A long, long, long time.
It is the quit india movement, the partition of india, the formation of the indian constitution, the erosion of the congress, the assassination of so many political leaders, the rise and fall of the hopes of so many countries, a world war, the fall of colonialism, the rise of neo colonialism, the fall of communism, so many other wars, the commericalisation of cricket, the fragmentation of "sovereign, secular, socialist republic", six children, nine grandchildren, three greatgrandchildren, the death of one son, the disappearance of all greenery where he lives, the mushrooming of flyovers, the filth in the beaches... i could go on.
but.
eighty-nine years also isnt long enough.
it isnt long enough in a world of families in different cities, farther and farther apart but pulled closer by the telephone, it isnt long enough when one is always busy and theres always next week, next month, next winter to go visit, it isnt long enough when we havent dissected anatole france...
it isnt long enough when its over.
Adios abuelo. Te ver
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redappa | 22/10/2004, 11:22
me as well.
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angiasaa | 23/10/2004, 19:05
Nice poem you got there.... Here's one on the spur, in reflection....
Flutter aloft, into warm sunlight,
Youth and Joy should bubble anew.
For thoughts and opinions should value my plight,
Wise nor foolish men, in the end bid us adue.
For words that gathered upon in maddness,
Like a tooth to a topping, a nasty bite,
People in voids, revel in saddness,
Daft and daunting, just beyond sight.
Glittering in flashes, a sparkling fluid,
Approaching awestruck and indefinitely lost,
For lies there a danger, past any druid,
Careful be ye, and weary of cost.
Touching with sight, a civilization unknown,
To see through sorrow, and graze upon blades,
Of greener pastures, unlike dry bone,
We long to flee them everglades.
Of sorrow awash with flushes of scarlet,
where voices arise in shades a'splayed.
No innocense might wander afore of the starlit
paths that meander under light and shade.
Regards and Kaydeeyoh!
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Venkatappa | 21/10/2004, 09:28
Your blog got onto the fullhyd.com home page. Treat!