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Creed and Religion

I cannot exist without you
I’m forgetful of everything but seeing you again
My life seems to stop there..
I see no further.
You have absorbed me.
I have sensation at the presents moments as though,
I were dissolving

I have been astonished,
That men could die martyrs for religion
I have shudder’d at it.
I shudder no more. I could be
Martyr’d for religion
Love is my religion
My credo is love and you’re the only tenet
You have ravished me away
By a power I cannot resist…


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Ode on Intimation of Immortality

“The child is the father of the ManAnd I could wish my days to be
Bound each my natural piety”

Wordsworth, the high priest of nature in his one of the master works ‘Ode on Intimation of Immortality’ deals with the immortal memoirs of childhood. The poem is considered as one of the finest odes ever written in English literature. The majesty, the grandeur and the serenity of poem have been the objects of admiration and wonder by all the readers who have read this piece-de-resistance. The gentle melancholy on the past days leave a pleasing pain of nostalgia in listeners’ heart. On running after the lines, we reach somewhere in past; holding the hands of memories, we go back to the innocence and each mind would say ‘we had a nice time’. Now “The things which I have seen I now see no more”.Now that the spring is in the air.The ode unfolds into two parts–the first four stanzas seem to stand apart from the rest of the poem. (കൂടുതല്‍…)

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Sir Patrick Spens

“Sir Patrick Spens” is apre-Elizabethan poetry with the anonymously-authored ballad, which pertains to an event said to have taken place in the 14th Century. This old work is important in helping us compare the different styles of poetry and make them clearer in regard to the transition of Middle English to Early Modern English the language of Spenser, Shakespeare and others, that was in use by the 15th Century. Sir Patrick Spens is not the only anonymous work found in English literature of the Middle Ages, but also it is a good example of a story having been poetized. It is generally considered to have been a popular, oral account, handed down from generation to generation and published first in 1765. (കൂടുതല്‍…)

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A Note on William Shakespeare

Few days back one of junior asked me to write something http://chawedrosin.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/shakespeare.jpg?w=208&h=269about Shakespeare. Well, they use the articles I wrote for their assignment. But they did not find anything about Shakespeare in my blog. For them, I just copy and paste the note given by my drama professor Mr. C.D. Sebatian

Shakespeare had a posthumous fame. If we place the books written on SP and his writings, as a chain, it will round the globe twice. Shakespeare was born and raised in Stratford-upon-Avon. His birth date is subjected to the assumption. William, the eldest son of John and Mary , was born in 1564, probably on April 23, several days before his baptism on April 26, 1564. That Shakespeare also died on April 23, 52 years later, may have resulted in the adoption of this birth date. William no doubt attended the local grammar school in Stratford where his parents lived, and would have studied primarily Latin rhetoric, logic, and literature. At age 18, William married Anne Hathaway, a local farmer’s daughter eight years his senior. (കൂടുതല്‍…)

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Take me the way you go

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Love is.
Rains over the mind,
In the soul, dissolves
Come! my life, to my next,
I searched in the lit of moon
In the lit of dreams, for you.

Come to me, today
For, I shall not see tomorrow
I have not seen any.
Play on pipes,
Heal my tears.
My cries were yesterday, but
They have gone,
I will not pass them again. (കൂടുതല്‍…)

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Ode to My 10’s

Under thy mist, I woke this morning up
Time was up, before the time ends,
You died in time, my tender days
You are away, lean, leaner and vanished

My tears just falling down
But I do not cry, they drive me
the night far the distance
from innocence

Who had ever returned to you?
Nor shall thou
My return to innocence falls apart
Thy hands are short and Ears are deaf (കൂടുതല്‍…)

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Every now and then I get a glimpse of what can be
and briefly taste what it really means to be free,
but very soon external reality sets in
and with fear I close myself to my within.

It was then in the darkness,
I hatched upon the edge of spears;
my heart bleeds….
Over the white, red spreads…
I felt my words smelling blood…

We are tired, but never beaten.
We are bound, but never our words.
They fly towards you…
carrying our dreams, expectations, and promises…
You could feel
the scent of our tears, sweat and blood.

‘Tis all about touching lives,
healing rifts and building bonds.
The horizon is red and now turning deep red.
They fly towards you..
Towards HOPE…

***The word espoir (spanish) means hope.

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