Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today. I want to be part of it, New York, New York.
I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep, and find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. (:
Sunday, 28 June 2009
Saturday, 27 June 2009
Friday, 26 June 2009
Thursday, 25 June 2009
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
You can understand and relate to most people
better if you look at them -- no matter how old or
impressive they may be -- as if they are children. For most of us never really grow up or mature all that much -- we simply grow taller. Or, to be sure, we laugh less and play less and wear uncomfortable disguises like adults, but beneath the costume is the child we always are, whose needs are simple, whose daily life is still best described by fairy tales.
better if you look at them -- no matter how old or
impressive they may be -- as if they are children. For most of us never really grow up or mature all that much -- we simply grow taller. Or, to be sure, we laugh less and play less and wear uncomfortable disguises like adults, but beneath the costume is the child we always are, whose needs are simple, whose daily life is still best described by fairy tales.
Monday, 22 June 2009
There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.
Mr. Darcy: You must know... surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
Sunday, 21 June 2009
Thursday, 18 June 2009
The second star to the right shines in the night for you to tell you that the dreams you plan really can come true.
Twinkle, twinkle little star so I'll know where you are. Gleaming in the skies above lead me to the one who loves me . And when you bring him my way each time we say "Goodnight", we'll thank the little star that shines the second from the right!
Twinkle, twinkle little star so I'll know where you are. Gleaming in the skies above lead me to the one who loves me . And when you bring him my way each time we say "Goodnight", we'll thank the little star that shines the second from the right!
A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music. My heart wants to sing every song it hears. My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees. My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze. To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way. To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray!
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No... not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that... over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love - like there has never been in a play.
Monday, 15 June 2009
The Golden Afternoon
I worship the gurus' lotus feet, awakening the happiness of the self revealed, beyond comparison, working like the jungle physician to pacify loss of consciousness from the poison of existence. In the form of a man up to the shoulders, holding a conch, discus and sword, thousand headed, white I bow respectfully, peace.
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