Indeed a Phantom of Delight
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament:
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair:
Like twilight’s too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
'D', 
kailash, 
radiance 5:38 pm on June 1, 2007 Permalink |
Pravina you will always remain in our heart. I will always cherish the million dollar smile that you had on your face.
Archana 7:31 pm on June 1, 2007 Permalink |
zade, i read the story in Nepal Magazine and shocked to read in your blog that pravina is your friend. she is really beautiful anjel. may her soul rest in peace.
all of Us 10:00 pm on June 1, 2007 Permalink |
her smile and cool attitude
we all express our gratitude
the numbers have reached thirty nine
but u will always remain in our hearts and shine
in this time of mourning we all do is miss
we pray for your soul to rest in peace
Deepak 12:27 pm on June 3, 2007 Permalink |
RIP Pravina. My heartfelt condolences to her bereaved family.
Utshab 3:30 pm on June 3, 2007 Permalink |
At first, my heartfelt condelences to the departed soul.
This incident has really made me sad although i hadn’t met her. I got shocked when i heard that she was wife of my close friend to whom i have known from my very begining days in Kathmandu.
God! give the peace to the departed soul and provide the beautiful place in the heaven.
nelisa 2:26 pm on June 4, 2007 Permalink |
You are special,
because you’re someone’s friend.
You’ve touched someone’s life
in a unique way
like no one else could.
You’ve been there when
someone needed you,
when someone felt
sad and all alone.
You’ve given comfort.
You’ve made someone smile.
You’ve been there to celebrate
the good times,
and to lend an ear when
someone needed you to listen.
You are special,
because you’re my friend,
and I appreciate everything
you’ve done for me.
(poem by Bobette Bryan)
u’ll always be special n dear to me like always. may ur soul rest in peace in heaven. we luv u dear fren n u’ll always remain in our memories forever n ever.
René 9:31 am on June 5, 2007 Permalink |
Sometimes life only makes sense when looked at in reverse. But yet at other times it still makes no sense at all.
I was driving to a photo assignment for the paper today and thought of you and your recent loss.
I couldn’t shake that it has been exactly one year ago that I left for KTM, and even more so that we never met while I was there…..
Then 311 came on the ipod and I realized that not only is this song from a far distant past of mine, but yet it is still hits home.
I am sorry that we never got to grab that cup of coffee still, but more so sorry that we never really met on equal grounds…..
(and yes, I am reposting lyrics in your blog… and you know what I really think about that)
Amber: 311
Brainstorm…
take me away from the norm
I got to tell you something
this phenomenon
I had to put it in a song
and it goes like
Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
you ought to know what brings me here
you glide through my head blind to fear
and I know why
whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
You live too far away
your voice rings like a bell anyway
don’t give up your independence
unless it feels so right
nothing good comes easily
sometimes you gotta fight
Whoa, amber is the color of your energy
whoa, shades of gold displayed naturally
launched a thousand ships in my heart, so easy
still it’s fine from afar, and you know that
whoa, brainstorm take me away from the norm
whoa, I got to tell you something
Pathik 11:08 am on June 5, 2007 Permalink |
Thank you Wordsworth!
kailash 6:11 pm on June 6, 2007 Permalink |
hath chhute bhi to rishte nahin chhuta karte ,waqt ke sakh se lamhen nahin chhuta karte
'D' 2:29 pm on June 11, 2007 Permalink |
I read in a book recently “When pain is freshest, words should be fewest”. Most important of all “LIFE GOES ON”. You are trapped in an unavoidable circumstance, your best friend didn’t even say goodbye before she left, one fine morning you realized all your beliefs have crashed down on you, you are proved guilty for a crime you never commited and yet life goes on.This is the beauty and irony of being human.
Time does not stop to sigh and never will.It is the best healer. Nothing and noone can ever transcend it.Let the boat of your life float along the waves of time.