My wrath did grow..

A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree
- William Blake

P.S. The Poison Tree not only grew in the Seventeen Hundreds,
you find her till date.

William Blake, an English poet and painter (found his exposure to classical forms thro' the works of Renaissance masters)

2008

Hope this year grows out to be a great one for all of us! :)
TGC,
me

Hallo to blogging!

Why is it so hard to get a blog address of your choice? Why am I told "Sorry, this blog address is not available" in the most non-sorriest way? How many in the world called Kappu? How many Kappu's are blogging? If they aren't blogging, will they let me swap URL's? ;)
Hmfph. Too many questions.





Except the above Graffito, this blog has nothing to do with Grafitti or walls. Yet expression is the way of life and Grafitti has been doing it all the while. So, all thoughts harsh, lovable, irky will be screamed unto this virtual-web-wall.
Okay. So, I have a personal page on this immeasurably huge server. Great. What next? :|