Tuesday, November 16, 2010

The winter of blogs.

In the winter of blogs, I find myself, walking and walking, stranded in a plain of white thoughts.

The muses wisper but their words are too low,
They walk and circle me and their fingers are cold.

I am not sad, I do not live in spleen.

Sampling my moments to present them to you,
to create an anchor for my further introspections.

Here, let these words afix themselves, and let me then explore.

I have been, it must be said quite often, in what for better terms we all describe as love.

Yet love and love differ as they are uttered by other mouths, and even when the same mouth breathes these words out, the bonds that bind the words to specified emotions, do not remain attached to stable things but shift and dance around.

Yet in love I have been, and I have been in loved and loved dearely and with passion, tenderly and with detatchment.

It is true what they say, if you love something let it go. If it loves you too, it will come again.

So it has been for me, and now love has returned stronger and stronger.

Yet love is not the only thing that swims around in the pond that is my mind.

Regrets and remorses all do have their share. And you may tell that my intentions never were to hurt, yet hurt they did, and actions and results are far more resounding that the intentions they imply.

I shall list for me the things that float around:

  • The girl that in colledge I turned down, though I loved or cared not about.
  • The old man that asked of me a kompoloi, which he would then pay back, yet I never brought it.
  • The girl that wanted me and I did not turn down early enough.
  • The girl upon whose hospitaly I now live yet hurt her feelings.
  • The students I could not passionate enough.
  • The girls I clung upon not living my own life.

These are the faults and misdeeds I deem I did to others.

The faults I did to me are things I have forgiven.

So there you go, i built a post in this winter of blogging, and I shall venture now forth. So long and thanks for all the comments.