A Favourite Poem of Mine

Ithaca

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,

pray that the road is long,

full of adventure, full of knowledge.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,

the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:

You will never find such as these on your path,

if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine

emotion touches your spirit and your body.

The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,

the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,

if you do not carry them within your soul,

if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.

That the summer mornings are many, when,

with such pleasure, with such joy

you will enter ports seen for the first time;

stop at Phoenician markets,

and purchase fine merchandise,

mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,

and sensual perfumes of all kinds,

as many sensual perfumes as you can;

visit many Egyptian cities,

to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.

To arrive there is your ultimate goal.

But do not hurry the voyage at all.

It is better to let it last for many years;

and to anchor at the island when you are old,

rich with all you have gained on the way,

not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.

Without her you would have never set out on the road.

She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.

Wise as you have become, with so much experience,

you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

- Constantine P. Cavafy

03:28 am - The world outside looks like a sepia-toned photography...

I opened up my door and there he was.

I've missed him, I thought he had disappeared for good. But like always, he suddenly appeared from nowhere knocking on my door.

I could sense his excitement by the way he was knocking; there is a story to be shared/heard tonight.

As he steps in, the orchestra in the background starts to play Tchaikovsky's winter daydreams and my room turns into a winter paradise, floor cold as frozen lake and my bed is a pile of fluffy snow, I'm still bare feet in a t-shirt.

He sits beside me on the snow pile and we look up... the night is beautiful. There is no colour to be seen, just sepia-toned white snow and dark night. And he starts his story...

He'll stay beside me rest of the night, keep on telling me beautiful stories. But in the morning when I wake up he'll be gone and like always I'll wait till next season for his tales.

"...And now my daylight thoughts Are as tangled as my black hair."

Taiken Moin no Horikaw

Nagakaran
Kokoro mo shirazu

Kurokami no
Midarete kesa wa

Is it forever
That he hopes our love will last?
He did not answer.
And now my daylight thoughts
Are as tangled as my black hair.

- Lady Horikawa

Destination - Apu's Biye

Post dedicated to Sweden.

1:30 mins left till we start our journey to the airport.

We managed to have 2 very small fights already, first one Ammu vs. Adiba and second one (of course) Ammu vs. me, I think all of us are pretty stressed infor the wedding. Anyway I believe that when you start something with fights/hassels and the feeling of hopelessness (does that word even exist?) , that's when things end very well. So this trip will be awesome! (though at the moment I don't feel like leaving my comfort zone; my room and the white snow)

So farewell my beautiful white Sweden, hope you remain white and cold untill I'm back.

Is there hope?

Every year I make an attempt to do a comeback, and every year I fail miserably. I'm ashamed of how many times I've complained about my writer's block, which has been on and off since 2005. So I ask myself now, is it even worth keeping this blog knowing that I'll never write?

Well I'm not planning on shutting it down either, but I need to take on serious measures to keep this blog up to date. And the only solution I see; is to write nonsense! (not that I ever wrote 'sense')

So bare with me and my nonsense, I might write the most stupid-'est' blog ever but that's just to overcome my writer's block.