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.

Gah. Does it really matter?! Who gives a damn anyway.

In this quietude
I shatter this glass to a thousand shards

A hundred faces in the broken pieces

I see myself through a thousand eyes

Only to melt

And forge

A new me.

Was just watchin GREAT EXPECTATIONS today.... the 1998 one. You know, modernised story. Ethan Hawke, Gwynith Paltrow. Theres this scene. With Ethan and the Ms Havisham lady. Finn has just come to know of Estella's marriage to Ragno. And its Ms Havisham whos made Estella unfeeling over the years, hard inside like a rock. Unfeeling even to Finn's love.
He s standing there heartbroken and old Ms Havisham says she had warned him bout it years ago. He walks over to her, takes her hand in his and puts it on his beating heart. 'Do you know what this is?' he says. 'Its my heart.' She s looking at him. 'And its broken.'
She suddenly realises what she s done to him. And Estella.

Ethan Hawke. Great acting.

Whos beautiful and whos not beautiful? Ever seen the world through the lens of a camera? Like a one way conversation... just see.Not with your eyes.See with your mind. In this frame of your minds eye, look at someone.Try close ups of their faces. And see the beauty.Its right there. Under the dark beautiful skin. Feels like something soothing even in the scorching sun. It makes me feel the earth... perhaps the smell of raindrops exploding in the soil in the summer heat. And they think only few are beautiful!

A poem by Elizabeth Browning.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught

Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile...her look...her way of speaking gently---

For a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day."

For these things in themselves, beloved, may be changed, or changed
for thee-and love so wrought may be unwrought so.
Neither love me for thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry---

A creature might forget to weep, who bore their comfort long,
and lose their love thereby.
But love me for love's sake, that evermore thou mayst love on,

Through love's eternity.

-ELIZABETH BARRET BROWNING.

Its so perfect. How on earth do you find the words. Which say what you want to.