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Lovely picturisation!!!

K e n P o r n i l l o s P h o t o g r a p h y

Nothing is more joyous! ! ! ! !

It rained joy
splashed laughter
sparkled delight
when my love smiled at me.


The crank of a tree
shook its branches carefree
showering flowers
crackling up at her jokes.


The pretty butterfly, a passerby
stopped to watch the sight
settling down on her pink dress
sucked in some honey of her chest.


The bright and handsome sun
glowering from above
thought it fit to soften his glare
for he too fell in love with my beloved.


The breeze breezing by
held on to the end
of her tapering gown
as if maddened by lust.


And I stood transfixed
love’s ecstasy paralysing my senses
for I know nothing more joyous
than just to watch her be.


I know nothing more joyous
than just to watch her be.


 sreelekha premjit

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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams… W.B. Yeats

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I , being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. – W.B.Yeats
 If there was ever a magic weaver of words , it has to be Yeats.  Yeats , the die hard romantic who proposed 4 times to the woman of his dreams, Maud Gonne and who was summarily rejected as many times. It is recorded  that he even proposed to Iseult , Maud Gonne’s daughter who also rejected him. Yeats met Maud Gonne when the Irish Nationalist Revolution was at its peak . Maud Gonne was a  revolutionary who combined her beauty with a fierce support  for Irish freedom struggle. Yeats, on the other hand was content with a promise by the British government of a moderate independence for Ireland . Maud Gonne went on to marry fellow nationalist John Macbride who Yeats refers to in his poem Easter 1916.
The Second Coming by Yeats still rings in my ears in the booming voice of  Professor Gita Atmaram.  These lines
“Turning and turning in the widening gyre ,
The falcon  cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart , the centre cannot hold
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world ” ..make a lot of sense even out of the context of the poem.
For those who revel in using harsh words under the pretext of boldness, there’s just one little thing to say …use your words carefully because hearts are tender and can break easily. Watch your words!