Poems and Quotes

Reading poems and quotes seem to be my latest passion. I feel delighted and at the same time rejuvenated when I go through a poem or a quote. Recently, while I was going through a book - Vedanta Treatise I read a poem titled "Solitude" written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

I believe that every author or poet has some moral to convey to its readers from his/her writings. I don’t know what is the actual intension of poet behind writing this poem but, while reciting the lines of this poem - I felt a strange content in my heart, so decided to post this poem in my blog.

The lines of the poem go like this:

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone ;
For the brave old earth must borrow its mirth,
It has sorrows enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh! it is lost in the air;
The echoes do bound a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all;
There is none to decline your nectar'd wine,
But all alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Insomnia

These days I have been spending sleepless nights tossing and turning in my bed all through the night. I lie awake wondering what to do? Sleep seems to have run away miles from me. God why, WHY did this have to happen to me? Added to this, I seem to have been hit by Alzheimer's – I tend to keep things so safe that I need at least 2-3 days to remember where could be the probable place I would have kept them.

Whenever I endure such set of symptoms I console myself that this will be last time I will be facing such a situation but Oh God!! this nuisance seems to occur again and again and it looks like summer is the best season for this trouble. Di says all these things are part and parcel of this age (rather aging eh!). Mom and Dad say not to worry and friends - ahh looks like they enjoy me being in such a situation.

Well there has to be a remedy, so I have consulted many people to gain their expert opinion. All people have prescribed their own remedies. The remedies vary from crushed neem leaves to mint leaves, from crushed tomatoes to potatoes, from curd to sandalwood, from simple water to rose petal water to fresh coconut water, from drinking lassi to applying all sorts of concoctions (wonder who will prescribe chilli powder mixed with salt!!)

I think PIMPLES are in love with me. So many of THEM that I can't bear to see my face. Poor me, I am actually having nightmare, nightmare of nightmares should I say. Hope this summer flies and soon I find a respite from this pain. Till then, well I guess I will have to be an Insomniac only.............. :) Insomniac Neeru - hmmmm sound perfect ;)