Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Cute and lovely...




In a cosy company...

Wednesday, March 16, 2011



Last Curtain by Rabindranath Tagore
I know that the day will come
when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
and life will take its leave in silence,
drawing the last curtain over my eyes.

Yet stars will watch at night,
and morning rise as before,
and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.

When I think of this end of my moments,
the barrier of the moments breaks
and I see by the light of death
thy world with its careless treasures.
Rare is its lowliest seat,
rare is its meanest of lives.

Things that I longed for in vain
and things that I got
---let them pass.
Let me but truly possess
the things that I ever spurned
and overlooked.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Stillness...




There is a point where in the mystery of


existence contradictions meet;


where movement is not all movement


and stillness is not all stillness;


where the idea and the form,


the within and the without, are united;


where infinite becomes finite,


yet not losing its infinity.


- Tagore




Time ....







The butterfly counts not months but moments,

and has time enough.

~


Time is a wealth of change,
but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.



~

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time
like dew on the tip of a leaf.

-

Tagore



Sunday, March 13, 2011