https://blog.thameera.com Fri, 27 Jan 2012 10:42:20 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.8.12 139676693 https://blog.thameera.com/the-hanging-man/ https://blog.thameera.com/the-hanging-man/#comments thameera Fri, 27 Jan 2012 10:42:20 +0000 Uncategorized poetry suicide http://thameera.wordpress.com/?p=646 By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me. I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet. The nights snapped out of sight like a lizard’s eyelid: A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket. A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree. If he were I, he…<p><a class="more-link" href="https://blog.thameera.com/the-hanging-man/" title="Continue reading ‘The Hanging Man’">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">→</span></a></p> <blockquote><p>By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me.<br/> I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet.</p> <p>The nights snapped out of sight like a lizard’s eyelid:<br/> A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket.</p> <p>A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree.<br/> If he were I, he would do what I did.</p></blockquote> <p>The poem is written by <a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/11" target="_blank">Sylvia Plath</a> who committed suicide in 1963. She was awarded with the Pulitzer prize after her death.</p> <p>For those who get the meaning of the poem, you may also be interested in the cases surrounding Ernest Hemingway’s suicide in 1961.</p> https://blog.thameera.com/the-hanging-man/feed/ 4 646 https://blog.thameera.com/by-the-river-nilwala-i-sat-down-and-wept/ https://blog.thameera.com/by-the-river-nilwala-i-sat-down-and-wept/#comments thameera Mon, 16 Jan 2012 13:46:56 +0000 Uncategorized poetry http://thameera.wordpress.com/?p=628 By the river Nilwala I sat down And wept. The young lovers were Holding each others’ hands and laughing and singing their songs Like there’s tomorrow. And I, The old, tattered soul, Heavy with all the melancholy and sorrow, Let the tears mix with The incessant stream, grieving Over the songs I couldn’t sing. The…<p><a class="more-link" href="https://blog.thameera.com/by-the-river-nilwala-i-sat-down-and-wept/" title="Continue reading ‘By the river Nilwala I sat down and wept’">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">→</span></a></p> <p><img alt="nilwala river" class="alignright size-full wp-image-629" decoding="async" fetchpriority="high" height="230" src="https://blog.thameera.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/nilwala.jpg" title="Nilwala" width="278"/>By the river Nilwala I sat down<br/> And wept. The young lovers were<br/> Holding each others’ hands and laughing<br/> and singing their songs<br/> Like there’s tomorrow. And I,<br/> The old, tattered soul,<br/> Heavy with all the melancholy and sorrow,<br/> Let the tears mix with<br/> The incessant stream, grieving<br/> Over the songs I couldn’t sing.</p> <p>The Nilwala flowed, it didn’t know<br/> And neither did anyone know<br/> Of the tears mingled in the huge flow.<br/> And why, why should anyone know<br/> The tears of a loser the world<br/> doesn’t need to know about.<br/> They may well be washed into<br/> The deep, dark ocean and forgotten<br/> Forever.</p> <p>Title inspired from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/By_the_River_Piedra_I_Sat_Down_and_Wept">By the river Piedra I sat down and wept</a>.</p> https://blog.thameera.com/by-the-river-nilwala-i-sat-down-and-wept/feed/ 7 628