It is always hard to go back to the place that we haven’t visited in a long time. Strangely it is also true for virtual spaces as well. It amazed me on getting back here to my relatively new blogging space to see that last when I dropped by here it was January, the beginning of 2012. And regretfully back in January, I made a serious note to self to submit myself to the power of written word. Unfortunately, I let the urge of writing settled down like dust on a rainy day.
The hiatus was always there and I knew I had to get back to writing, something, anything. I felt bad, and at some level of ‘poverty’ at not being able to give words to my thoughts on several occasions. Instead of being here and voicing the ideas in my mind, I let them pass by.
Before I could post anything new, I felt a need to properly announce to the bloggers who sometimes happen to wander to the shores of this blog and see it almost numb that I m here to write, hopefully frequently, with renewed sense of energy and outlook towards life.
Before I say goodbye, following is a very old, a bit sad yet beautiful poem by John Keats. The fears he voiced so so many years back, echo loudly even today, in the hearts of mankind everyday of their lives.
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the fairy power
Of unreflecting love—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.