A little talk with Vincent Van Gogh

Vincent Van Gogh, Starry Night and me walked around together.
Night is slightly dark... "Hey! Vincent", I said "The world is not a motionless piece as your pictures, it's not stably beautiful one...if you are able to see the bitterness of the world, you should have drawn the piece which is named 'THE TEARS OF THE WORLD'. "
Vincent looked at me.. yet i don't understand the meaning of his eyes.
He sighed.
When we arrived near one of the corners of the road, he said me.
"You won't even know about the tears of the world unless you see the loss, the disappointment,the pain, the withers and the regrets beyond my pictures.. All the beauties are formed upon their tears."
Then, he turned into the corner of the road and disappeared from my sight.I am alone again with the tons of questions....in the dark...
What damn thing stuck in people's conscious and unconscious mind to waste the half of their life by trying to ruin the other people goodness ???
They let themselves lost in the middle of their own picture they've created..ha ha .. fools..
The world that never fulfills people's wishes and their greedy mind ... so laughable...
The sun will rise soon.. the sounds of crying babies, noises, papers, spoons and plates come out..
Even forget about the world that will fulls of complexions again by trying to separate the voices...
It rains suddenly.. feeling disappointed looking at those who are rushing to the nearest building... They can't even take a moment to feel at the beauty of the nature.
Locking themselves in their pride and selfishness....=(
Hey Vincent, if.. if.. I'll meet with you again.. I will tell you about the ghosts that unsatisfied with the world by carrying their bitter past and selfishness....
=)



VIncent Van Gogh, famous painter, Van Gogh.

Htoo Eain Thin is the Myanmar vocalist .. he is considered as a genius. The death of his is the great loss for the music community .. As soon as i posted the "Starry Starry Night" of Don McLean, i got an idea to share the songs about stars which describe life, hope and thoughts... I love them , what about you?
Wish Your songs will last forever, Htoo Eain Thin

When i accidentally found this song on you tube , i was thinking to post the paintings of Vincent Van Gogh. But I don't feel like my collection is good enough to post on my blog .. then , i found this song .. keep your eyes open and listen it first then, close your eyes and feel it .. you will find your own Utopia.



paintings of Vincent Van Gogh, Vincent Van Gogh's paintings.

Sara Teasdale (August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933), was an American lyrical poet. Because of her poor health, she could begin her school life at 9.. Her first poem was published in 1907 in Reedy's mirror, the local newspaper.Her first collection of poems, Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems, was published that same year and the second collection of poems, Helen of Troy and Other Poems, was published in 1911. She married Ernst Filsinger, a rich exporter, in 1914 although she fell in love with Vachel Lindsay, the poet. Her third poetry collection, Rivers to the Sea, was published in 1915 which received further critical praise.In 1918, her poetry collection Love Songs won three awards. She divorced with Filsinger because she was not happy with her marriage. In 1933, she committed suicide by overdosing sleeping pills. Her ex Vachel Lindsay committed suicide 2 years eariler.



Sara Teasdale, the poet Sara Teasdale , Sara Teasdale's biography

Today, I ran through Google pages and found a poem of Sara Teasdale named I AM NOT YOURS.
It's a short poem and also the massage given by the poem is simple, too. Yet, i like it so much when i finished reading it. Then, decided to share with you guys on Pyarr Yay. May be you already known that poem. Even if so, just read it another time. ;)
The poem named I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale...

I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.



I am not yours, Sara Teasdale, poem of Sara Teasdale.