Monday, February 8, 2016

Something to think about.

A little Something for you to think on
while you discover the meaninglessness 
and rediscover the Mathematical meaning 
of Lewis Carroll's work.




If you can make sense of it.
Write below how. If not,
You can ask HOW too.


Wednesday, February 3, 2016

SWIEL LLORRAC

I'll tell Thee Everything I can

Jabbers, Jobbery how he came,
Conquered things that I called mine,
Telling Thee Everything I can
How I was happy, as he took
things I valued so less.

While resting under a Lemon tree,
My dreams ere floating near
Jabberwock
He picked a needle to slain
the bubble, But Alice took
him under the Rabbit hole rubble.

Tis Jibbering woke up with the smell.
Told Thee Wonderland is all I have.
Slain it with the eye or the flash,
SWEIL will make non-sense out of that.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Unleash

Thee will know always when Tis' unleashed,
Tis' will be beauty unseen.
Till then enjoy the beauty, test thy patience.

Sculptor - Paige Bradley

Calm - Composed

Light within

Intentions




Don't always make sense

Humpty Dumpty's Song

In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight.

In Spring, when woods are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean.

In Summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you'll understand the song.

In Autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down.

I sent a message to the fish:
I told them 'This is what I wish.'

The little fishes of the sea,
They sent an answer back to me.

The little fishes' answer was
'We cannot do it, Sir, because-'

I sent to them again to say
'It will be better to obey.'

The fishes answered, with a grin,
'Why, what a temper you are in!'

I told them once, I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.

I took a kettle large and new,
Fit for the deed I had to do.

My heart went hop, my heart went thump:
I filled the kettle at the pump.

Then someone came to me and said
'The little fishes are in bed.'

I said to him, I said it plain,
'Then you must wake them up again.'

I said it very loud and clear:
I went and shouted in his ear.

But he was very stiff and proud:
He said 'You needn't shout so loud!'

And he was very proud and stiff:
He said 'I'd go and wake them, if-'

I took a corkscrew from the shelf:
I went to wake them up myself.

And when I found the door was locked,
I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.

And when I found the door was shut,
I tried to turn the handle, but- 

Lewis Carroll

Monday, January 19, 2015

Millo

After a long time I have written on my blog and what prompted me to do so is this work of an Artist MILLO



 
When you first see the art work, the intent does not strike you directly. Its when you SEE IT, that it sinks in, how strongly MILLO has depicted the issues we try to give a blind eye.
 
My personal Favorite is the character trying to swim. It's subtly depicted but hits you hard. You tend to smile when you first see the art work cause of the character. But you might not know you are actually laughing at yourself. AREN'T YOU?
 

Scale matters, Thought matters more


What we yearn for is not longer important. This is what we will get.




 

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Learn

Never stop Learning. - nista

Quotes

One can't LEARN alone. - nista

Saturday, September 15, 2012

One more from my friend


copywright and owner Karthik Srikrishna


You Wish

ou're sitting looking around in the disco lights,
All you want to do is to be out in the starry night,

My Friends Poem

* copywright and owner Karthik Srikrishna

A LIVING FANTASY

Perfect faces, imperfect worlds,
Little white girl with long black curls,
I see scenes that amuse me,
Every day, a living fantasy.

Beggar man with a half-buck bowl,
His stray dog in a mournful howl,
Ragged old hag selling the news,
A word too many that you can't use,
Holding hands on lovers' lane,
Each bound in, by his or her pain,
Single mother, broken toy,
A baby's smile brings endless joy,
I see scenes that amuse me,
Every day, a living fantasy.

Light at the end of a long, dark road,
Or the glinting edge of your killer's sword,
They say to the world, here we come,
Tomorrow's heroes are today's scum,
So many out on the midnight streets,
Dragging on life with tired feet,
Big man in a long, sleek car,
Wondering what love and happiness are,
I see scenes that amuse me,
Every day, a living fantasy.

Each believes that he'll never die,
When people do, they wonder why,
One man to do and one man to see,
That is the reason I came to be,
I see scenes that amuse me,
Every day, a living fantasy.