From 'Out of Africa'...
Meryl Streep as Karen Blixen...

"If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me? "

Found this poem in a movie calles 'In her shoes'...d movie was kinda cute. Loved the poem.


I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in
my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-E.E.Cummings

I remember the days I used to be an athlete... Practising everyday. You know, its not just about winning medals. I mean of course, that IS the whole point. I sure liked to wear one around my neck,standing on the podium. Actually gives you a high!But more than winning, I always loved the working hard part.

Like the travels better than the destination.

Practising hard. To reach the limit when your body cant take anymore.... but you ve got to go just a little more.To jump just a little bit higher or run a little more further. Just a bit more. And you ll be there.And when you re so terribly tired, when all you want is to crash in a nice cosy bed,wen you cant take a step further, THEN you feel alive.... technically too, coz your hearts doing an overtime. The beats echo through your whole body.Pulse soundin in your head.The nerve in your forehead is throbbin and about to explode.

And after months of pushing on, you reach the field. Just before the heat starts...
You are in the startin position, spikes firmly in the startin block.A slight tingle in your heart. Weight on fingers, trembling under the pressure.And then look up from there, see the red track. A straight line.With white rectangles.... one inside the other.Eight hurdles. And the finish line.

THAT is divine.