So... my tryst with Sweden (was going to type Europe, damn it!) comes to an end soon. Will sonn be returning to a world of summer heat, traffic chaoes, mouth watering mangoes, Nungu and great vegetarian food.
Facebook is good. A research scientist friend, i met around Christmas has re-surfaced and has been uploading some great poems on his profile. He's not exactly at the happiest mood right now, but one of Byron's work that he quoted, caught my attention:
… I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence, long;
And now ’tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once – or yield to song.
Isn't poetry beautiful? I've always liked them. Ofcourse, he's been a bit dramatic on Facebook and now calls his profile a tomb, and has been reading way too much into simple, mundane things. So much so, that it slightly worries me.
Bye bye Sweden.
Facebook is good. A research scientist friend, i met around Christmas has re-surfaced and has been uploading some great poems on his profile. He's not exactly at the happiest mood right now, but one of Byron's work that he quoted, caught my attention:
… I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence, long;
And now ’tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once – or yield to song.
Isn't poetry beautiful? I've always liked them. Ofcourse, he's been a bit dramatic on Facebook and now calls his profile a tomb, and has been reading way too much into simple, mundane things. So much so, that it slightly worries me.
Bye bye Sweden.
