No...I am not going to write any romantic, mushy stuff, so you can take that "Whaaa-Don't-tell-me!!" frown/expression off you face :)
Just found something while stumbling (which is reeaallly cool...try it!) in Firefox....Check it out -
http://dgrin.com/showthread.php?t=60134
Sayonara!
In Prabal Gurung
9 hours ago
5 comments:
Far too mushy fr my liking...
BTW i didnt know you were stumbling so much :D
Very very touching
The first photograph made my heart really really skip a bit!! Its breath taking and any girl / boy would accept the proposal :-)
Girl you stumbled into a masterpiece trust me
Beautiful link :)
what i wanted to share with you :)
this one is very romantic but not in the boy n girl mush way, in the way that will tug at your heart...
One summer evening (led by her) I found
A little boat tied to a willow tree
Within a rocky cave, its usual home.
Straight I unloosed her chain, and stepping in
Pushed from the shore. It was an act of stealth
And troubled pleasure, nor without the voice
Of mountain-echoes did my boat move on;
Leaving behind her still, on either side,
Small circles glittering idly in the moon,
Until they melted all into one track
Of sparkling light. But now, like one who rows,
Proud of his skill, to reach a chosen point
With an unswerving line, I fixed my view
Upon the summit of a craggy ridge,
The horizon's utmost boundary; far above
Was nothing but the stars and the grey sky.
She was an elfin pinnace; lustily
I dipped my oars into the silent lake,
And, as I rose upon the stroke, my boat
Went heaving through the water like a swan;
When, from behind that craggy steep till then
The horizon's bound, a huge peak, black and huge,
As if with voluntary power instinct,
Upreared its head. I struck and struck again,
And growing still in stature the grim shape
Towered up between me and the stars, and still,
For so it seemed, with purpose of its own
And measured motion like a living thing,
Strode after me. With trembling oars I turned,
And through the silent water stole my way
Back to the covert of the willow tree;
There in her mooring-place I left my bark,--
And through the meadows homeward went, in grave
And serious mood; but after I had seen
That spectacle, for many days, my brain
Worked with a dim and undetermined sense
Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts
There hung a darkness, call it solitude
Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes
Remained, no pleasant images of trees,
Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields;
But huge and mighty forms, that do not live
Like living men, moved slowly through the mind
By day, and were a trouble to my dreams
@seriously funny - yes I am! :)
@swarup & pensativo - glad u like it!
@me - Thanks for sharing this with me....I am sure it's a beautiful poem..one of the best! And I feel very unfortunate, at not being able to understand it... :(
But do keep sharing...other readers of my blog, I am sure are not as dense as myself and enjoy such verbal & emotional treats! :)
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