What a great quote, Bijay babu. I am simply bowled out. My simple poem has evoked such great sentiments... thank you.
kumarendramallick 07-Nov-2016 16:04 PM
Who the music, who the melody? A view of the girl making it tune the music. The artist as a young man is the source of his inspiration and if it is not, the artist as a young woman.
"Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires." -----James Joyce in Araby
