Friday, August 31, 2007

Random thoughts..........not mine

The Gospel by Kipling

He that hath a gospel
Whereby heaven is won
(Carpenter or cameleer,
Or Maya’s dreaming son)
Many swords shall pierce Him
Mingling blood with gall;
But his own disciple
Shall wound him worst of all!


My swaraj (self rule or independence) is to keep intact the genius of our civilization. I want to write many new things but they must all be written on the Indian slate. I would gladly borrow from the West when I can return the amount with decent interest.

- Mahatma Gandhi


We are the Plgrims, master; we should go
Always a little further: it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow
Across that angry or that glimmering sea…

We travel not for trafficking alone;
By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned;
For lust of knowing what should not be known,
We take the Golden Road to Samarkand

- James Elroy Flecker

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey, who are those Pilgrim lines by??? Very pleasant to read!

Nirvana said...

Just found out. Its by James Elroy Flecker