Oh moon of my delight..

There was the door to which I found no Key:
There was the Veil through which I could not see:
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee
there seemed--and then no more of Thee and Me.

Ah Love! could thou and I with fate conspire
to grasp this sorry scheme of things entire,
would not we shatter it to bits--and then
re-mould it nearer to the heart's desire! 
 
Ah, moon of my delight who know'st no wane,
the moon of heav'n could rise once again:
How oft hereafter rising shall she look,
through these times after me---in vain!

The Bio Rust..

Yes, bio rust..  that’s what I got myself into, while doing nothing for a long time and passing into this boring phase of insomnified maniacal faineance.. Don’t ask me why ‘Bio-rust’. I have absolutely no idea. Thats the first word that came to my mind.

Here I was working on a few portraits that I had been putting off for a long time and now have to finish them in a week. The brushes.. the textures.. and the aah-what-was-that—yes,the patterns.. None of them seem to fit. Damn, I am doing miserably here.

I am prone to these bursts of creativity that usually last a long time. However, gravely though, I also get into this creative rut when I tend to take myself off the rush and let myself taken over by the so called do-nothing syndrome after a prolonged success. I should have realised and started early when I needed to work on something important again. I seem to have lost the touch completely. I need to be at my absolute best to make this work. Being where I am, though, I should try not to reach my drabbest best, so that I could at least complete this. It feels so frustrating. Hopefully this sedate state will be over soon and i will be able to deliver well..

Ironically though, this bio rust of mine did result in a minor burst of creativity through this blog. Oh really!! Who am I kidding?

Well.. anyway, here it goes.. another lame attempt to log into my lost blog.