To one and all who have been here and ones are to be here

Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.
Oscar Wilde
He is one of my favourites, the best writer in my books.
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Same with movies, Ilayaraja and A R Rahman are my favorites in music.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

A Beautiful Evil


A rainy morning, never so bewitching than a strode along,
As I floated in nature's scent, into a mystical world,
Or was it just nature itself showing mirages of dew in thin air?
As I delved deeper, there was a Spider,
Who said "How do you do?"
Was I in Far Far Away? I kept along,
My eyes drew to a display of sensational colors,
The strands from Spider's web glistened to the darling Sun.
The arachnid gave me a fright, with charm,
Eight legs, made my hair raise in fear and splendor,
His steps did not trammel the petals nearby,
But never did he spare a bug that invaded his woven Home,
The dance to death was seduction of life itself,
A grace and a delicacy that was brutal,
An nimble architect's home that snares the life of a bug,
Yet the bug danced its way, to give life to this surreal intent.

By
Daniel Aloysius Raymond

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2 comments:

Asha said...

A photograph or a video wouldnt have pictured a bug's life so beautifully..
Keep going Danny boy...

Your blog's name.. Shoundnt it be 'A Diary that wasn't'?

Ur loving sis,
Asha

Life is so Great said...

thanks akka... will be posting more so keep in touch