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  Shopping This may not be Covid but is a strange illness nevertheless. Mashi is okay now. I am going to the doctor. I will only upload two posts daily. How do you order eggs, milk, fish, fruits and vegetables? Maybe because of excess workload, the local grocer who was to deliver these hasn’t turned up as yet. I do not want someone to deliver milk daily. I cannot tolerate much of it, Mashi adds it to her tea. Only Big Bazaar is the big organisation that will deliver meat (but I do not want to buy frozen meat), fruits and vegetables at our door in Vasai, maybe. I have heard that many people get the wrong orders without any refund when they order through shopping carts. My friend bought a truck of sweets for daily consumption and he lost a lot of money through it, he said his products all vanished into the cart but he was charged for them nevertheless. That is why I am wary of using these apps. How long does Big Bazaar take to deliver? Are you happy with their service, provided you

The Nightingale Richard Barnfield (1574–1627) As it fell upon a day    In the merry month of May,    Sitting in a pleasant shade    Which a grove of myrtles made,    Beasts did leap and birds did sing,    Trees did grow and plants did spring;    Every thing did banish moan,    Save the nightingale alone.    She, poor bird, as all forlorn,   Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn   And there sung the doleful'st ditty,   That to hear it was great pity.   Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry,   Teru, teru, by and by;   That to hear her so complain,   Scarce I could from tears refrain;   For her griefs so lively shown   Made me think upon mine own.   Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain;   None takes pity on thy pain;   Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee;   Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee;   King Pandion, he is dead,   All thy friends are lapp'd in lead;   All thy fellow birds do sing,   Careless of thy sorrowing;

  Love’s Farewell Michael Drayton (1563–1631) SINCE there’s no help, come let us kiss and part,—    Nay I have done, you get no more of me;    And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,   That thus so cleanly I myself can free;    Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,            5 And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows   That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of love’s latest breath,    When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies,         10 When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,   And innocence is closing up his eyes,     —Now if thou would’st, when all have given him over,      From death to life thou might’st him yet decover! https://pixabay.com/photos/bleeding-heart-flowers-plant-1425870/ : Picture Courtesy: Image by  Bruno /Germany  from  Pixabay   #love, #relationships, #romance, #breakup, #passion

  500/ 1500 My first post was made on 7 February, 2021. I created my 500 th post yesterday. Mashi and I both had flu. We have tested Covid Negative. I am still exhausted. I didn’t post so that I could complete my office’s work deadlines. I got a new project from my office and the previous one isn’t over as yet. Plus, I need to learn how to use Zoom well to organise seminars for my online classes for children. I have only passively consumed Zoom conferences till now. Mashi may go on a holiday in autumn, I need to arrange for a replacement.   That’s why I will post two poems written by others and two original posts daily henceforth till further notice. I have also crossed 15,000 followers. Thank you. Please give me till the weekend to start liking posts again. I am recovering. #500, #1500, #CovidNegative, #flu, #poetry https://pixabay.com/photos/poetry-poetry-album-old-font-poem-720610/ : Picture Courtesy: Image by  Ulrike Mai  from  Pixabay  

  (EXCLAMATORY) HEALING MEDITATION! Part 2   Order: Keep your hand on your heart. Call out to the universe, “Oh my guardian angel and divine fairy, enter my heart and transform my life!” As this music is played on, an angel and a fairy who are now invisibly perched on your shoulders will fly into your heart! Be still! Be calm! They need silence to enter your soul. Listen to the music that’s being played, angels and fairies play this music in their earthly divine homes and heaven above. There are people who are struggling with finances. The fairies will shower your homes with wealth, but you need to know which spell will unlock these blessings for you, so…” [As the fairies are already here, why do you have to call out to the universe? I understand that the venue where you are seated is also a part of that universe. Err…can the fairies and angels be made visible to all? Who is the human who has made this music for the divine beings? You are charging for this therapy. Did the supernatural

  (EXCLAMATORY) HEALING MEDITATION! Part 1 Order: There are many people in this room who are in poor health and have an anguished mind because of past grudges! The number is so high! Never have I been in a room with so many unforgiving souls! I was just conveyed this by the angels and fairies who are now all with us as soothing blue healing light descends on to us. Divine powers, help, help! [I have studied probability in school. The likelihood of people with resentful hearts is high. Also, if there are fewer bitter hearts, the healer can always say that people are lying.] Order: Keep your hands on your unforgiving hearts. Close your eyes, think of good things happening to those who have hurt you. Smile, be happy for them and bless them. In this room, there is someone with the name starting with M who is deeply resentful to someone whose name starts with A. You will not be able to secure the blessings of God’s angels and fairies if you don’t forgive that person right now. Your

  To a Wreath of Snow By Emile Bronte   O transient voyager of heaven! O silent sign of winter skies! What adverse wind thy sail has driven To dungeons where a prisoner lies?   Methinks the hands that shut the sun So sternly from this mourning brow Might still their rebel task have done And checked a thing so frail as thou   They would have done it had they known The talisman that dwelt in thee, For all the suns that ever shone Have never been so kind to me!   For many a week, and many a day My heart was weighed with sinking gloom When morning rose in mourning grey And faintly lit my prison room   But angel like, when I awoke, Thy silvery form so soft and fair Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke Of cloudy skies and mountains bare   The dearest to a mountaineer Who, all life long has loved the snow That crowned her native summits drear, Better, than greenest plains below –   And voiceless, soulless messenger Thy pre

  The Sick Rose BY WILLIAM BLAKE O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm:   Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. #rose, #worm, #flower, #nature, #love https://pixabay.com/photos/flower-plant-rose-nature-garden-3063414/ : Picture courtesy: Image by  RÜŞTÜ BOZKUŞ  from  Pixabay  

  Fragment: The Vine-Shroud Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow Beneath the autumnal sun, none taste of thee; For thou dost shroud a ruin, and below The rotting bones of dead antiquity. Percy Bysshe Shelley #vines, #wine, #vineyard, #autumn, #nature https://pixabay.com/photos/grapes-vines-grapevine-vineyard-690977/ : Picture courtesy: Image by  Free-Photos  from  Pixabay  

  Orchard H. D. - 1886-1961   I saw the first pear as it fell— the honey-seeking, golden-banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I, (spare us from loveliness) and I fell prostrate crying: you have flayed us with your blossoms, spare us the beauty of fruit-trees.   The honey-seeking paused not, the air thundered their song, and I alone was prostrate.   O rough-hewn god of the orchard, I bring you an offering— do you, alone unbeautiful, son of the god, spare us from loveliness:   these fallen hazel-nuts, stripped late of their green sheaths, grapes, red-purple, their berries dripping with wine, pomegranates already broken, and shrunken figs and quinces untouched, I bring you as offering. #orchard, #fruits, #nature, #honey, #beauty https://pixabay.com/photos/apples-orchard-apple-trees-1873078/ : Picture Courtesy: Image by  lumix2004  from  Pixabay  

  Prairie Dawn Willa Cather - 1873-1947   A crimson fire that vanquishes the stars; A pungent odor from the dusty sage; A sudden stirring of the huddled herds; A breaking of the distant table-lands Through purple mists ascending, and the flare Of water ditches silver in the light; A swift, bright lance hurled low across the world; A sudden sickness for the hills of home. #prairie, #dawn, #morning, #hills, #mists https://pixabay.com/photos/horses-horseback-riding-galloping-5871847/ : Picture Courtesy: Image by  annajelec  from  Pixabay  

  NEW GUINEA Apisai Enos New Guinea, beloved New Guinea What do they say about you? The rugged the impossible the broken bottle the hostile the Saturday made the waste land the hot island the tomb of death the forgotten isle The land of thousand tribes and trials primeval forests of termites, leeches and cicadas hidden valleys and mountain crags of old deep gorges and rugged ranges fast rivers flowing to endless swamps land of killers and cannibals and sacred corpses of mountain raiders and mangrove snipers land of fevers and dreaded diseases molten lava and sul phureous ashes of coral beaches with lashing fishes. New Guinea! Land of proud warriors of coumge land of ancestral spirits entangled in myths and incarnations land of haus tambaran, dukduk and land of kovave masks and boards land of -- hiri,ula ring and fire dance land of a thousand faces and facets I hardly know you! New Guinea, dazzling with diversity wild, rugg

  "On the Nature of Love" (1896) By Rabindranath Tagore     The night is black and the forest has no end; a million people thread it in a million ways. We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where or with whom – of that we are unaware. But we have this faith – that a lifetime's bliss will appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips. Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs brush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks. Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning: whomever I see that instant I fall in love with. I call that person and cry: 'This life is blest! For your sake such miles have I traversed!' All those others who came close and moved off in the darkness – I don't know if they exist or not. #night, #forest, #nature, #love, #Tagore https://pixabay.com/photos/winter-night-blue-shade-trees-69927/ : Picture Courtesy: Image by  Ville Turkkinen  from  Pixabay  

  Mashi and I are unwell. So, I’ll just post poetry today. Caged Bird BY  MAYA ANGELOU A free bird leaps on the back of the wind    and floats downstream    till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.   But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and    his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.   The caged bird sings    with a fearful trill    of things unknown    but longed for still    and his tune is heard    on the distant hill    for the caged bird    sings of freedom.   The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own   But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied    so he opens his throa