Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

-Edgar Allan Poe

Saturday, June 05, 2010

First I was afraid, I was petrified

A favorite from the Post Secret blog. If we had a subway system in Chennai, this could have well been my postcard.

I have a habit of saving Post Secret images that I strongly relate to, and rather surprisingly or NOT, there are quite a few that I completely identify with. This being one of them. We may not have a subway system (as yet) in the city, but I've sung out loud in almost every empty room that I was sure was empty. From standing in the middle of the school compound, singing off key at six thirty in the morning, to singing my heart heart out on the bike, to singing at work right before I shut the place for the evening.

Hey, give me an empty subway car right now, and I bet I can give your cliché karaoke version of "I Will Survive' a run for its money, off-key and all.

Friday, June 04, 2010

Hello again!

I reckon its about time I started injecting some life into this long abandoned space of mine. I was perusing through my excuse for a best friend today when I came across chutney's post and remembered that I had a little of my own 'reviving of a blog' to do. So, inspired, I vow to do the same and post a little something everyday for the next thirty days.

Now I cannot promise you any profound thoughts or wit or humor or anything even vaguely readable, but I do promise myself at least an hour's worth of laughter when I'm old and shriveled and have nothing to do other than regale at my life as a twenty something cynic. Isn't that reason enough to even attempt this crazy experiment? Crazy, because I haven't written in over six months, but primarily because like most experiments I've conducted in the past, success wasn't exactly a part of the outcome. Yes, I'm a right bucket of sunshine, aren't I?

So here goes.

30 days.

Irrelevant droning.

Pointless drivel.

Incoherent sentences.

Aren't YOU in for a treat?