Got the book Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, its a great book, its one of those 'must read' books.
As an after thought, the book is excellent in the begining for about 50 pages, after that there is a lag in the middle, and the end is kind of 'not what we'd have expected' after such a start.
Catch-22 is much better read.
Dreamer?
There is a little boy
He is told,
he could have anything
and he knows he could
He is a dreamer
faraway places, he wants to go
watch the sunsets on sea
Hear the waves as they break
He wants to feel,
the sand under his feet,
little droplets of sea water
that the breeze brings
He is told,
he could do that thing
and he knows he could
or so he thinks...
He is told,
he could have anything
and he knows he could
He is a dreamer
faraway places, he wants to go
watch the sunsets on sea
Hear the waves as they break
He wants to feel,
the sand under his feet,
little droplets of sea water
that the breeze brings
He is told,
he could do that thing
and he knows he could
or so he thinks...
With you to the river
I remember walking with you
to the river.
The music, the sounds of people
and Water gently hitting the bank
The smell of incense is still fresh
and yes, I can still feel your fragrance
as if I am still there
and I can reach out and touch you
Those little lamps, floating around
I remember we were there
to set afloat lamps for your friend
You so very gently letting those lamps go
Those little lamps, their fire could
so easily die, carrying hopes and good wishes
in their leafed world and few flowers for company
The silence that we shared, I still remember.
This one is for a friend I met on my travel to Banaras. Theres a custom there that lamps are set afloat in the river as a prayer for someone's soul or offering to remove pain and suffering of dear ones. She wanted to do this for one of her friend. The river banks are called 'ghats' with steps going into the river and the sight is magical with many lamps floating and there's a constant sound of 'pooja' (prayer) being performed by many pilgrims.
to the river.
The music, the sounds of people
and Water gently hitting the bank
The smell of incense is still fresh
and yes, I can still feel your fragrance
as if I am still there
and I can reach out and touch you
Those little lamps, floating around
I remember we were there
to set afloat lamps for your friend
You so very gently letting those lamps go
Those little lamps, their fire could
so easily die, carrying hopes and good wishes
in their leafed world and few flowers for company
The silence that we shared, I still remember.
This one is for a friend I met on my travel to Banaras. Theres a custom there that lamps are set afloat in the river as a prayer for someone's soul or offering to remove pain and suffering of dear ones. She wanted to do this for one of her friend. The river banks are called 'ghats' with steps going into the river and the sight is magical with many lamps floating and there's a constant sound of 'pooja' (prayer) being performed by many pilgrims.
Adventures of my lovely (echo x infinity) friend
Adventures of my lovely (echo x infinity) friend
Theres a friend of mine
she's got demons to slay
One slash here and one slash there
they keep popping up everywhere
Just the other day
on the way to Olympus, she met
Belphegor, Yan-gant-y-tan,
Behemoth and Leviathan
She crosses Acheron, everyday
Sisyphus for company
Both rolling stones
forever and ever and ever
then one day she decided
to tell sisyphus
to take care of his rocks
and to leave her alone
Footnotes:
*Belphegor, demon of discoveries and of ingenious inventions,must be
worshipped on a toilet, with offerings being the residue of ones'
digestion. Fart is supposed to be him, and the way my friend keeps
discovering and inventing terrible things to happen to her, he's the guy
I am sure she's pally with.
Yan-gant-y-tan wanders the nights in Finistere & is considered an evil
omen among the Bretons. French, they have a place called Finistere 'land's end',
i like the name and he's bad omen, as may be the case with the
friend in question. Thats it.
Behemoth and Leviathan :One monstor split in two, Leviathan was a large
whale-like sea creature, who may have had 7 heads, who cares, more the
merrier, anyway she'd say it had million gazillion heads anyway.
Behemoth, a spirit of the desert, possibly derives from the Egyptian for
"water buffalo" or from the Egyptian deity, Taueret, about whom the
Greek historian, Herodotus wrote. The term "Behemoth" in the Hebrew is
the plural form of the very common "behemah" referring to a beast of use
to humans or a dumb animal. Her pet.
Very unlikely that anyone will meet these creatures on the way to any
mountains, yet she manages somehow.
Acheron: the river of woes, on the way to hell (cute). I am not sure
that she just crosses it, I think she may be taking frequent dips just
for the heck of it.
Sisyphus (I like this character): This guy is quite a character, he is
one crafty sonofabitch. First he is supposed to have leaked designs of
gods to mortals, he is supposed to be in the habit of attacking and
murdering travellers. He trapped one of the guys whose job is to take
away souls, Thanatos, poor guy came to take Sisyphus' soul, so no one
died till some other bloke (Ares) came and freed him.
This crafy chap told his wife that when he was gone she was not to offer
the usual sacrifice to the dead. So in the underworld he complained that
his wife was neglecting her duty, and he persuaded Hades to allow him to
go back to the upper world and expostulate with her. But when he got
back to Corinth he positively refused to return, until forcibly carried
off by Hermes.
In the underworld Sisyphus was compelled to roll a big stone up a steep
hill; but before it reached the top of the hill the stone always rolled
down, and Sisyphus had to begin all over again. As a result of this,
pointless, interminable activities are described as Sisyphean. And that
what she seem to be doing all the time, rolling the stone.
I promised an epic, I think the footnote more than justifies my word.
Theres a friend of mine
she's got demons to slay
One slash here and one slash there
they keep popping up everywhere
Just the other day
on the way to Olympus, she met
Belphegor, Yan-gant-y-tan,
Behemoth and Leviathan
She crosses Acheron, everyday
Sisyphus for company
Both rolling stones
forever and ever and ever
then one day she decided
to tell sisyphus
to take care of his rocks
and to leave her alone
Footnotes:
*Belphegor, demon of discoveries and of ingenious inventions,must be
worshipped on a toilet, with offerings being the residue of ones'
digestion. Fart is supposed to be him, and the way my friend keeps
discovering and inventing terrible things to happen to her, he's the guy
I am sure she's pally with.
Yan-gant-y-tan wanders the nights in Finistere & is considered an evil
omen among the Bretons. French, they have a place called Finistere 'land's end',
i like the name and he's bad omen, as may be the case with the
friend in question. Thats it.
Behemoth and Leviathan :One monstor split in two, Leviathan was a large
whale-like sea creature, who may have had 7 heads, who cares, more the
merrier, anyway she'd say it had million gazillion heads anyway.
Behemoth, a spirit of the desert, possibly derives from the Egyptian for
"water buffalo" or from the Egyptian deity, Taueret, about whom the
Greek historian, Herodotus wrote. The term "Behemoth" in the Hebrew is
the plural form of the very common "behemah" referring to a beast of use
to humans or a dumb animal. Her pet.
Very unlikely that anyone will meet these creatures on the way to any
mountains, yet she manages somehow.
Acheron: the river of woes, on the way to hell (cute). I am not sure
that she just crosses it, I think she may be taking frequent dips just
for the heck of it.
Sisyphus (I like this character): This guy is quite a character, he is
one crafty sonofabitch. First he is supposed to have leaked designs of
gods to mortals, he is supposed to be in the habit of attacking and
murdering travellers. He trapped one of the guys whose job is to take
away souls, Thanatos, poor guy came to take Sisyphus' soul, so no one
died till some other bloke (Ares) came and freed him.
This crafy chap told his wife that when he was gone she was not to offer
the usual sacrifice to the dead. So in the underworld he complained that
his wife was neglecting her duty, and he persuaded Hades to allow him to
go back to the upper world and expostulate with her. But when he got
back to Corinth he positively refused to return, until forcibly carried
off by Hermes.
In the underworld Sisyphus was compelled to roll a big stone up a steep
hill; but before it reached the top of the hill the stone always rolled
down, and Sisyphus had to begin all over again. As a result of this,
pointless, interminable activities are described as Sisyphean. And that
what she seem to be doing all the time, rolling the stone.
I promised an epic, I think the footnote more than justifies my word.
Me within
Every blade of grass
standing still
silence is all
that is heard
The leaves in the trees
not moving an inch
theres no rustle
no whisper
Even the water
in this lake
as clear as glass
and not a ripple
The white fluffy
clouds above
forever changing
are not today
Then, off
from the trees,
birds' flight
And million ripples
from falling leaves
Gentle breeze
and grass whispers
says, come join
the clouds, go
where they are going
standing still
silence is all
that is heard
The leaves in the trees
not moving an inch
theres no rustle
no whisper
Even the water
in this lake
as clear as glass
and not a ripple
The white fluffy
clouds above
forever changing
are not today
Then, off
from the trees,
birds' flight
And million ripples
from falling leaves
Gentle breeze
and grass whispers
says, come join
the clouds, go
where they are going
That rattle and hum
That rattle and hum
the ragzine underneath
that window wont shut
and the cold wind..
I shiver
The dim yellow light
in the passageway
I can hear, some
broken conversations..
some laughter
Out the window
in the dark of night
the lights in the
distant horizon
moving slowly.. away
That rattle and hum
takes me far away
a shout for tea
screech below
shakes me back..
from my dreams
the ragzine underneath
that window wont shut
and the cold wind..
I shiver
The dim yellow light
in the passageway
I can hear, some
broken conversations..
some laughter
Out the window
in the dark of night
the lights in the
distant horizon
moving slowly.. away
That rattle and hum
takes me far away
a shout for tea
screech below
shakes me back..
from my dreams
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