Don't know why I started this. Probably as a feeling of reciprocation. Probably to let loose a wish buried inside me since long. Probably the present futile hours in Office. Probably in anticipation of the lonely hours which awaits me for the next sixty days. Reasons may be one of them or all of them.
But would like to continue. Its been so long that I have nurtured those hobbies without which I never imagined an existence. The entire sustanance now revolves around a cyclic phase of office, appraisals and competition which yields nothing more than grief and brooding. I know this is inevitable but no harm leaving atleast one open window for fresh air.
I know I lack perseverance now which used to be my asset. But no harm testing myself again.
My first post without a line of poetry......? No thats not me.
Sail forth — steer for the deep waters only,
Reckless O soul, exploring,
I with thee, and thou with me,
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go,
And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.
O my brave soul!
farther farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!
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aray khub bhalo:-)
ReplyDeleteAll the best! Your writing is as musical as you talk.
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