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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=522421" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Talking to Myself...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=522421" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">talking to myself <br>& <br>care you this world- <br>this world of men, <br>o my friend? <br>must you then be an idiot! <br>worry not a bit; <br>woo it not-<br>the more you woo<br>more the bites would you get-<br>with scornful eyes<br>it would jeer at you-<br>on your path slanders<br>would it sow in plenty-<br>for it is a mysterious mad world.<br>&<br>so take up that lovely harp-<br>tune its delicate sparkling strings<br>to the pitch of emotion <br>that sings witin you-<br>those solemn, melodious..<br>mellifluous soul-stirring songs-<br>unheard of yet <br>by the thick-membraned ears<br>of this dull world of men! <br>&<br>let the two pitches-<br>that within and without-<br>blend naturally and gracefully; <br>let your path vibrate<br>with your ecstatic songs-<br>let the air dance <br>to the rhythm of<br>your serene soft songs! <br>&<br>proceed on and on <br>along your lonely path; <br>never look back <br>to see this world..<br>it may be aiming your head-<br>a mad world it is<br>let me remind you! <br>&<br>set the bowl of fancies<br>before your glittering wisdom; <br>pour the sweet nectar <br>of your moony heart-<br>stir fast with the meditation <br>of your mind-<br>catch the refrain<br>of the supreme joy<br>from the sparkling spots <br>as they spin <br>in magical rhythm<br>in swooning circles-<br>bind it deftly to your songs! <br>this world has no ears <br>for good things-<br>new fragrances fail <br>to thrill its nostrils-<br>likes to crawl only<br>in beaten narrow tracks<br>folding tight its wings-<br>so shed not tear-drops<br>if you are far removed<br>from winds of appreciation <br>&<br>relent not a bit-<br>have the delicate strings <br>of your harp loosened a bit? <br>screw it tight-<br>pluck them fast; <br>speak through your strings; <br>let your songs overflow the cup <br>of your unspent life-<br>enjoy it fully! <br>&<br>take up your chisel; <br>sharpen it <br>with your designs- <br>behold the lofty mountain<br>standing in silent majesty<br>in front of your tiny frame-<br>carve and carve <br>day and night <br>till it yields itself <br>to charming angels! <br>rejuvenate your slackened nerves<br>with cups of dreams <br>peppered with imagination! <br>&<br>build your tiny boat<br>this night itself-<br>tow it to the shore <br>and push into the ocean<br>of poet's delight<br>when a friendly tide <br>calls it in<br>with a loving heave! <br>work your small oars briskly<br>and sail forward<br>deep into ocean's roars-<br>do not care <br>the sandy shores; <br>your world is <br>the boundless sea; <br>your songs <br>that of the joyful tides! <br>&<br>look ahead <br>into the blue billow- <br>dance in joy<br>with the roaring waves; <br>read everything<br>your eyes encompass-<br>holding no thought <br>of the sandy shore <br>sail forever<br>in search of newer worlds; <br>new delights<br>and glories new-<br>but beware of those <br>with designs <br>to torpedo from behind! <br>&<br>meditate in the limpid silence<br>of the night- <br>and in the freshness <br>of the dewy morn; <br>and in the mellowness<br>of the dusk<br>with wide open eyes- <br>pile up your works; <br>look never back <br>at those mocking eyes-<br>let juicy thoughts <br>full of lustre flow perennially<br>from the moist tip <br>of your mighty pen; <br>never allow <br>to cease its flow! <br>&<br>do not spy <br>they read or reject<br>the patient creations<br>of your passionate heart! <br>that should never be <br>your sickening worry; <br>but to write non-stop<br>must be duty-prime-<br>let your works stand<br>face to face <br>against yonder mountains<br>in all its pride and humility! <br>&<br>before this world<br>wakes up from its slumbers <br>pour out all <br>from your boisterous heart<br>and bestow those comely thoughts<br>a lovely shape<br>enduring life <br>everlasting lustre<br>soul of truth<br>and lively wings! <br>release them free <br>in the marvellous skies <br>and stupendous space<br>to sail among stars! <br>&<br>let them flutter<br>their cheerful wings <br>cooing their hearts out<br>in sudden bursts of<br>soul-thrilling songs<br>with the fragrance of your heart <br>upon their wings <br>scenting strong <br>their happy ways and days! <br>&<br>till then <br>rest not<br>wink not<br>your eyelids-<br>o my friend...! <br>it s all for your soul <br>and to a soul<br>generations away<br>continents away<br>that awaits <br>with a longing heart!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Sundaram+Chandrakalaadhar">Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar</a></strong></div>