Hello readers!
I'm back with a collection of my time on internet. Also, a shoutout to new subscribers :)).I hope you enjoy this newsletter.
Poems I loved on Internet:
A man doesn’t have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn’t have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.
A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,
to laugh and cry with the same eyes,
with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,
to make love in war and war in love.
And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,
to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest
what history
takes years and years to do.
A man doesn’t have time.
When he loses he seeks, when he finds
he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves
he begins to forget.
And his soul is seasoned, his soul
is very professional.
Only his body remains forever
an amateur. It tries and it misses,
gets muddled, doesn’t learn a thing,
drunk and blind in its pleasures
and its pains.
He will die as figs die in autumn,
Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,
the leaves growing dry on the ground,the bare branches pointing to the place
where there’s time for everything.
~Yehuda Amichai, A Man in His Life
My current read:
If We Were Villains, by M.L. Rio. This is a story of friendship, murder, guilt, and truth.
Review of Klara and the Sun:
Title: Klara and the Sun
Author: Kazuo Ishiguro
Genre: Science fiction
Page count: 307
I stumbled upon Klara and the Sun recently, as Asian novels and literature have started flooding the internet lately.
Klara and the Sun is dystopian science fiction that deserves every bit of love it gets.
Klara is a solar robot in search of a home. She's trying to understand human behaviour and is constantly learning to evolve through observation. The story is told from her perspective, and it feels detached and confusing—this is how the robotic world is portrayed, yet makes total sense throughout the book. Klara's search for "home" feels more intellectual in a way that all of us are constantly looking for a place to belong to.
The writing is strong. The author pulled me right into the world of Klara, where mundane activities are fundamental to day-to-day life. The story started great but faltered midway. Maybe this is why the internet has polarizing views on this book.
It ends well, though.
This is a must-read if you love dystopian stories, science fiction, or great stories that make you think.
My rating is 4/5 ⭐
Under my October writing goals, I'm doing the ‘A poem a day’ thing, and it's really growing on me. I have been writing a lot, and I'm particularly invested in Haiku these days.
Here are a few I wrote last week:
Empty rooms echo deep,
Yearning for something untold,
Longig’s bittersweet.
Emptiness fills loud space,
A sea of people outside,
Peace hidden within.
A place to call home,
full of warmth and comfort,
Here love always guides.
Instead of a question, I have a collection of Franz Kafka quotes for you this time.
A special poem for Meera Krishna
I came to know Meera through WordPress (I know a lot of wonderful and talented people through WordPress only). She's a beautiful soul who writes fire. Before reading my poem for her, I insist that you all read one of hers.
And now a poem for this fierce poet:
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.
~Mary Liver, The Journey
See you next month.
Sending Mountain Breeze,
Kajal.
I want to lose count of all I read here. That's how I'd like this journey to be
Enjoyed the newsletter. All the best Kajal!