Sometimes I flatter myself by saying that I will capture those incredible things that eyes almost sees and the soul feels…the relief of summer evenings, the nip of the first winter draught, the flaming flowers that burn against the green of the grass, the feeling of incredible helplessness that overwhelms me when the first tear is dispelled from my obstinate eyes…
But then I am no Vincent and I cant paint eloquent…
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Posted by serendipiduous at 7:28 PM
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incredibly well-written,perhaps your best post till date...reminded me of my first love and my utmost sincerity to hide it from her.i was not a keats,and thought was never good enough for her...alas,if only..
gee thanks...but who are you...
however, me being the critical,rational creature that i am, can't help to point out that there is a grammatical error in your otherwise falwless piece of writing (that eyes almost sees.. )
i hope you won't find me sweet enough to know about my whereabouts after this..hee hee.
grammar grammmar grammar...when did i ever bother myself with constricting devices such as grmammar...
sarcasm such as urs is such a turn on for the masochist in me...
so tell me ...who are u???do i know u???
i can see that you are really,really
angry!#$@@%^%%$
i just wanted to know if you can be angry too..because you are always so sweet otherwise..CIEFL has indeed done something nasty to you..and i am hurt...
there wll be no more posts from me..
all the best for whatever you do.
beautiful!
u posted one of my fav pieces of art. i have made a pos on it along with the lyrics to song called 'vincent' that was written by the songwriter after he felt inspiration surging into him after looking at some of the paintings...
it's a mad, magical painting...
@reality check
oh god nooooo...i was not angry i was just being cocky...pls pls pls do come back...i hate goodbyes...how do u know me???the suspense is killing me...
kokhono kokhono hatath chader sange dekha hoy nijhum raate;
jakhan ami eka
chad katha bale aamar sange..hoyto amari bhasay
bole seo eka..oi megh,oi tara,oi akash take bojhena
surja jakhan dhole pare..ora abdar kare chader kache ..alo dao
adar karo..bhalobaso
sarata din chader kemon katlo..janar proyojon nei karo
katata purlo se surjer abhimane ..bhabar samay nei tader
ami bhabi..ami bhabi chader katha...
icche kare oke niye asi amar ghare..ekta raat chuti pak o..
sara prithibi adhar hoye jak..sabai januk chad acche brishtir kache..
chad ke aar byabohar kara jabe na....
I wrote this when i was around 12 yrs.your post reminds me of this poem ,but how ?i do not know. what was it about? i can't remember...yet couldn't help but..
maybe because u dream more eloquently than me...
u were a lovely 11 yr old werent u...???
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