The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Monday 12 October 2015


To meet requirements of the day-6 assignment for Writing 201 on my WordPress blog, I have randomly chosen two poems from a website, ‘AllPoetry’ and have tried to come out with something different with the words available (with slight additions). Here they are:

(2) Beauty of Her Face: A sonnet by Dante Alighieri – based on its translation given on the website.


For certain he hath seen all perfectness
Who among other ladies hath seen mine:
They that go with her humbly should combine
To thank their God for such peculiar grace.
So perfect is the beauty of her face
That it begets in no wise any sigh
Of envy, but draws round her a clear line
Of love, and blessed faith, and gentleness.
Merely the sight of her makes all things bow:
Not she herself alone is holier
Than all; but hers, through her, are raised above.
From all her acts such lovely graces flow
That truly one may never think of her
Without a passion of exceeding love.

Here is my version:


Among ladies of blessed faith and gentle perfectness
Her face has a peculiar grace, wise and raised above
That all who are there looking holier in her presence
Her humble acts, with passion, beget all to bow behind her
For someone who combines his thoughts on beady with grace
She is Godly holier, her face embodying that perfectness
A flow of love, exceedingly clear and wise, so wisely clear  
That mere sight of the sight of her draws a clear line of envy
O God, thanks, for making her beauty so blessed and perfect
With a face that tells me she is alone holier than all..

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