Beating Monday Blues with Frost’s ‘Fragmentary Blue’

Why make so much fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue? Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as yet)- Though some savants make earth  include the sky; And blue so far above us comes so high,Continue reading “Beating Monday Blues with Frost’s ‘Fragmentary Blue’”

The Melancholy Jaques of Hundred Acre Wood

The word Melancholy is derived from the Greek melaina chole or the black bile, one of the four elemental bodily humours. The concept of humourism or humours regulating human behaviour was adopted by the ancient Greek and Roman physicians. Hippocrates is believed to be the one who applied this idea to medicine. Human beings areContinue reading “The Melancholy Jaques of Hundred Acre Wood”

“If music be the food of love, play on…”

  ‘If music be the food of love, play on…’ (Twelfth Night) Ravanahatha can be called as a precursor of the violin. Legend has it that,  Ravana the mighty asura king used to play this instrument to please Lord Shiva. The instrument got its name from him ( hath or hasta mean hand). Ravana HastaContinue reading ““If music be the food of love, play on…””

Ye Soft Pipes, Play On…

  ” Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter ; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; “ ~ Keats-Ode on a Grecian Urn~ The orange-bearded musician is playing the wind instrument alghoza that consists of a pair of flutes. One of them produces heavy notes and the other low notes. Music experts callContinue reading “Ye Soft Pipes, Play On…”

The Cup That Cheers!

‘The cups that cheer but not inebriate’ would be one of the best lines extolling the virtues of TEA. During my college days I was never a great fan of William Cowper, even though later in life I have often borrowed his phrase many a time to caption my photos of steaming cups of tea.Continue reading “The Cup That Cheers!”

“His bill an auger is…”

” His Bill an auger is His Head, a Cap and Frill He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal ” ~Emily Dickinson You name a bird, Emily would have sung about it! Emily’s magic brings the woodpecker and places the bird right before your eyes! The black rumped flameback woodpecker is theContinue reading ““His bill an auger is…””

Fairies’ sweepers, so says the poet!

“Peacocks sweep the fairies’ rooms; They use their folded tails for brooms; But fairy dust is brighter far Than any mortal colours are; And all about their tails it clings In strange designs of rounds and rings; And that’s why they strut about And proudly spread their feathers out“ ~Rose Fyleman Isn’t that a lovelyContinue reading “Fairies’ sweepers, so says the poet!”

Happy Birtday Emily Dickinson!

    The Poets light but Lamps – Themselves — go out — The Wicks they stimulate If vital Light Inhere as do the Suns — Each age a Lens Disseminating their Circumference —                                          Continue reading “Happy Birtday Emily Dickinson!”