may not always

Posted: May 2, 2016 in The Periscope

it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch
another’s,and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart,as mine in time not far away
if on another’s face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know,or such
great writhing words as,uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay

if this should be,i say if this should be
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

~EE Cummings ~

april Rain

Posted: April 29, 2016 in Literature, Poetry, The Periscope
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Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

~ Langston Hughes~

The bitter world

Posted: April 25, 2016 in Poetry, Poets, The Periscope
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This world of palaces, of kingdoms, this world of power
The enemies of humanity; this world of rituals
These men who crave wealth as their way of life
For what will it profit a man if he gain the world?
People with parched souls, with wounded spirits
With troubled gaze and sad hearts
This world which is distraught and full of trouble
For what will it profit a man if he gain the world?

The world where life is considered trivial.
A world where the dead are worshiped
A world where death is cheaper than life
For what will it profit a man if he gain the world?

A world where youth is driven to crime
A world where the young are groomed for the marketplace.
A world where love is another name for trade
For what will it profit a man if he gain the world?

A world where man is worth nothing
A world where friendship and loyalty mean nothing
A world where love is regarded with disdain
For what will it profit a man if he gain the world?

Burn this world, blow it asunder!
Take this world away from my sight!
This world belongs to you, you keep it.
For what will it profit a man if he gain the world?



Tonight there came a news that you, oh beloved, would come –
Be my head sacrificed to the road along which you will come riding!
All the gazelles of the desert have put their heads on their hands
In the hope that one day you will come to hunt them….
The attraction of love won’t leave you unmoved;
Should you not come to my funeral,
you’ll definitely come to my grave.
My soul has come on my lips (e.g. I am on the point of expiring);
Come so that I may remain alive –
After I am no longer – for what purpose will you come?


symbol love

You’ve taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance
By making me drink the wine of love-potion,
You’ve intoxicated me by just a glance;
My fair, delicate wrists with green bangles in them,
Have been held tightly by you with just a glance.
I give my life to you, Oh my cloth-dyer,
You’ve dyed me in yourself, by just a glance.
I give my whole life to you Oh, Nijam,
You’ve made me your bride, by just a glance.



Posted: March 24, 2016 in The Periscope
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new sun

The glimmers of sunlight journey far into space
Tired, they rest in the embrace of the morning mist
And break into a thousand hues of a rainbow
With the first touch of mist, the pure white light gets…
… liberated into its own unseen colors.
They are many and yet one…
A drop of dew is thrilled upon this touch
From the cold night it has been delivered into the warmth of the morning
Flying upon the soft wind it takes rest upon a lotus petal
The flower and the drop are one.
A chariot runs fast and free.
Ripping the covers of slumber, dashing through the winds of life.
An arrow is drawn and the eye is fixed upon its game
The deer elopes towards the pond. The hunter’s eye follows.
The canvas of life which meets the eye is rich. Life itself greets the hunter.
Conviction of mind is broken. Puzzlement enters. Then tranquility follows.
Rainbow, Dewdrop, Lotus, deer and the Hunter are one.
It is an awakening…



The desire for sacrifice is now in our hearts
We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemy.
O country, Why does no other speaks?
Whoever I see, is gathered quiet in your party…
O martyr of country, of nation, I submit myself to thee
For yet even the unacquainted speaks of thy courage
The desire for struggle is in our hearts
We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemies.

When the time comes, we shall show thee, O heaven
For why should we tell thee now, what lurks in our hearts?
We are pulled to service, by the hope of martyrdom
The gathering of the lovers for martyrdom is in the house of the enemy
The desire for struggle is in our hearts
We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemies.

Armed does the enemy sit, ready to attack on that side
Ready too are we, our bosoms thrust out to him on this side
With blood we shall play Holi, if our nation is in need
The desire for struggle is in our hearts
No sword can sever hands that have the heat of battle within,
No threat can bow heads that have risen so
Even furthermore will rise the flame that is inside us
and the desire for struggle is in our hearts

We set out from our homes,
our heads shrouded with cloth(our body bag),
Holding our lives in our hands, do we march so
In our assembly of death, life is now but a guest
The desire for struggle is in our hearts
Stands the enemy in the gallows thus, asking,
Does anyone has a wish for martyrdom?

With a host of storms in our heart, and with revolution in our breath,
We shall knock the enemy cold, and no one shall stop us
What guts does our destination has, to stay away from us
The desire for struggle is in our hearts

What good is a body that does not have passionate blood,
How can a boat tied to shore contest with storms over wild seas
The desire for struggle is in our hearts,
We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemies.

~Bhagat Singh~

The walnut tree

Posted: March 21, 2016 in The Periscope

my head foaming clouds, sea inside me and out
I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park
an old walnut, knot by knot, shred by shred
Neither you are aware of this, nor the police

I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park
My leaves are nimble, nimble like fish in water
My leaves are sheer, sheer like a silk handkerchief
pick, wipe, my rose, the tear from your eyes
My leaves are my hands, I have one hundred thousand
I touch you with one hundred thousand hands, I touch Istanbul
My leaves are my eyes, I look in amazement
I watch you with one hundred thousand eyes, I watch Istanbul
Like one hundred thousand hearts, beat, beat my leaves

I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park
neither you are aware of this, nor the police.

~Nazim Hikmet~


One day you will understand why I was aggressive.
On that day, you will understand
why I have not just served social interests.

One day you will get to know why I apologized.
On that day, you will understand
there are traps beyond the fences.

One day you will find me in the history.
in the bad light, in the yellow pages.
And you will wish I was wise.

But at the night of that day,
you will remember me, feel me
and you will breathe out a smile.

And on that day, I will resurrect.

~Rohith Vemula~


Posted: March 2, 2016 in Quotes, The Periscope
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Perhaps Our eyes need to be washed by our Tears once in a while..
So that we can see Life with a clearer view again.



romantic rains

Oh rain pour hard, be with me
hide me, hide my sadness
make me feel, embrace me
do not forsake, hold me
oh thunder consume my fears
be my companion, cry with me
let no other hear me sobs
run with me, cuddle me
let no sunshine, just this day
judging eyes be gone for a while
let me soak in your abundance
oh rain pour on me, deliver me
no birds shall sing, just this day
just wrath of your mighty sound
be my cohort, hold me tight
oh thunder roar loudly, cover me.

~Nature &Mankind~


There’s no need to fear a rose
For she herself is not a thorn

Her fragile heart needs a buffer
So the thorns are there on guard

Guarding her from reckless hands
Whose sole purpose is to pluck her

She loves to be cherished and admired
In nature’s soil where she is rooted

For there she’s budding and stunning
With a passion that keeps viewers coming

So the next time you meet a rose
Remember she is not a thorn

If you’re patient and treat her with care
She might allow you to pluck her.


~deannes Poetry~

symbol love

Push beyond my limits
and I feel to fully live my own life,
in you I met myself
and I looked over,
beyond unimaginable limits.

I looked deep into your eyes
trying to understand you
but I saw everything about me
I never wanted to see.

I saw my weakness and my insecurity
my guilt and my complex
my fears and my impatience
I saw my darkness and my demons
then, I still looked over
and deep in my heart, a raging sea,
a vast ocean where you can dive and get lost
and there in the depths of my soul, I understood!

I took pleasure and pride
I try to understand what today
in knowing who today are truly
I now know that I love beautiful things
I know I love everything that life offers me
and one of those is you.


~Paulo Coelho~


dear March Come in 
How glad I am 
I hoped for you before 
Put down your Hat 
You must have walked 
How out of Breath you are 
dear March, how are you, and the Rest 
did you leave Nature well 
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me 
I have so much to tell 

I got your Letter, and the Birds 
The Maples never knew that you were coming 
I declare – how Red their Faces grew        
But March, forgive me 
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue 
There was no Purple suitable
You took it all with you      

  Who knocks? That April
Lock the Door 
I will not be pursued 
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied        
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come.

That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame.

~Emily dickinson~



For a day that happens only every four years, and in rare cases separated by eight years, Feb. 29 has a lot going on — everything from science to superstition.

Earth’s yearlong revolution around the sun isn’t tidy: It takes 365.24219 days to complete the circle, leaving us with some spare change that adds up to an extra day almost every four years. Because Earth’s annual revolution is a little short of a quarter of a day, there are rare occasions when there is no leap year.

Years that are divisible by 100 but not by four aren’t leap years. The turn of the 21st century — 2000 — was a leap year, but the years 1700, 1800 and 1900 weren’t, and there won’t be one in 2100.

Leap year’s origins go back to ancient astronomy. The Egyptians created a 365-day solar calendar but realized it wasn’t accurate and also maintained a lunar calendar to compensate for the extra time.

In 46 B.C., during Roman emperor Julius Caesar’s reign, an extra day — Feb. 29 — was added to the calendar every four years. Sixteenth-century astronomers refined the calendar to account for the 365.24-day year in the Gregorian calendar still used today.

People born on a leap year — also known as leaplings or leapers — sometimes have a tough time of it. Most of their lives, they have to celebrate their birthday on another day — usually Feb. 28 or March 1, and sometimes both.

Famous leaplings include 16th-century Pope Paul III, composer Gioachino Rossini, bandleader Jimmy Dorsey, singer Dinah Shore, actors Ken Foree and Dennis Farina, hockey player Cam Ward and rapper/actor Ja Rule. A fictional celebrity — Superman — was born Feb. 29, according to references in the comic books.

Feb. 29 is most famously associated with a tradition in which women were allowed to propose marriage on that rare date. The custom is thought to have originated in Ireland, where legend has it that St. Bridget petitioned St. Patrick for a day when women could pop the question. 

Babies born Feb. 29 were considered unlucky and not just because they were cheated out of three-quarters of their birthdays. They were thought to be hard to raise and prone to illnesses. The Greeks thought that getting married or starting any kind of contractual relationship in a leap year was a bad idea.

The 1940 Academy Awards were handed out on Feb. 29. It was a milestone Oscar year: Hattie McDaniel became the first African-American to win for her work as supporting actress in Gone With the Wind.


Posted: February 29, 2016 in Literature, Poetry, The Periscope
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symbol love

I liked you
I’ll like you
I like you
I’ll like you
day after day
Even after every

I’ll like you
From every
New year
Every leap year
From time
To time
I’ll keep
Liking you,
Because hey,
What’s not to like
About you?

I like you
Even if you don’t
Like yourself,
I like you
Even if you don’t
Like me,
But I really really
Love you…


~Nestor david~


Never love unless you can
  Bear with all the faults of a man!
     Men sometimes will jealous be
     Though but little cause they see
  And hang the head as discontent
  And speak what straight they will repent.

  Men that but one saint adore
  Make a show of love to more
     Beauty must be scorned in one:
  For what is courtship but disguise?
  True hearts may have dissembling eyes.

  Men, when their affairs require
  Must awhile themselves retire
     Sometimes hunt, and sometimes hawk
     And not ever sit and talk—
  If these and such—like you can bear
  Then like, and love, and never fear!


~Lord Byron~


Thirty days has September
April, June, and November,
All the rest have thirty-one,
except for February alone,
which has twenty-eight rain or shine,
but on leap year, twenty-nine.

Thirty days has September
April, June, and November
All the rest have thirty-one
except for February alone oh no
which has three less than the others rain or shine
but on leap years, twenty-nine.

Thirty days has September
April, June, and November
All the rest have thirty-one
except for February alone
which has four and twenty-four
til leap year gives it one day more.

Thirty days has September
April, June, and November
All the rest have thirty-one
except for quite contrary, February
which has twenty-eight most of the time
but in leap year twenty-nine.


~Mother Goose ~


Posted: February 28, 2016 in Poets, Quotes, The Periscope
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words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling like dew, upon a thought, produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

~Lord Byron~

be like leap year

Posted: February 28, 2016 in Nature, Poetry, The Periscope
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Let’s be like leap year
Let’s leap through time
leaving behind
all our agony and tears.

Let’s head to a future
where surrounded by close peers
we could just be ourselves,
no longer filled with fear.
We’d do things our way.

No longer would we adhere
to a broken system and society  
where things are never as they appear.
There would be no such ambiguity.
Things would be done in complete sincerity.

We would be the premier engineers
in this radical new frontier.
let’s leave this time behind
let’s leap to a better future.


~Times & Tide ~