To a consumerist Valentine

Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all.

There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.

- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I chanced upon this poem after a long time back and suddenly, the I have begun to appreciate the meaning in a whole different light. I....................have grown up. lol.

And my mind took a religious turn.....

Why ?

Why not? :P

For some reason, and its never a good idea to look at a gift horse too closely in the mouth, I kind of want to get more involved with culture, heritage and all the associated bling.

I even went on Amazon to check out prayer beads.

See how pumped I am =D

ॐ शान्ति॒ः शान्ति॒ः शान्ति॑ः ॥

( Om, peace, peace, peace || )

Shallow.

Shallow. So shallow. So blind too.

And so convinced,

That it was me,not you.

Your conviction convinced me.

Perhaps it really was me,not you.

But actions speak louder than words

and I can no longer pretend to keep seeing,

that which never was.

It's not that my eyes opened just now.

I only realized, yours never will.

You'll remain shallow, so shallow.

And so blind too.

It never was me.

Only you.

Not much of a poem. lol.