Good King Lear, what is it that you fear?
Is it your kingdom or your soul that you hold most dear?
Look upon the battlefield, at the blood and the glare
At the demons and the beasts that tear asunder your lair —
Old King Lear, what is it that you fear?
There is no sorrow greater than the lost value of a tear
Your body lies frail, your muscles as weak as your mind
As you’ve driven away all those who have tried to be kind.
Dull King Lear, what it is that you fear?
Your body’s battle is lost — as for the war, do hear!
The firmament bids you welcome to adorn it as a star
For you’re due any moment to give in to Death’s compelling power.
Craven King Lear, what is it that you fear?
Do you hope for redemption as your end draws near?
There is no forgiveness or hope awaiting you round the bend
No Cordelia around this time to nurse and mend —
You thought her mad, of course, when she spoke sour truths?
You knew her wicked, of course, when she warned you ’gainst those brutes
“No sweetness in such a wretched ungrateful child!”
No sweetness in the shroud you sewed for yourself all your life!
Well, tonight as you lie: your final night
There will be no one to watch and mourn your pitiful fight
For dearest, sweet, kind Cordelia is gone
And as much as you pray, Cordelia won’t come.
Is it your kingdom or your soul that you hold most dear?
Look upon the battlefield, at the blood and the glare
At the demons and the beasts that tear asunder your lair —
Old King Lear, what is it that you fear?
There is no sorrow greater than the lost value of a tear
Your body lies frail, your muscles as weak as your mind
As you’ve driven away all those who have tried to be kind.
Dull King Lear, what it is that you fear?
Your body’s battle is lost — as for the war, do hear!
The firmament bids you welcome to adorn it as a star
For you’re due any moment to give in to Death’s compelling power.
Craven King Lear, what is it that you fear?
Do you hope for redemption as your end draws near?
There is no forgiveness or hope awaiting you round the bend
No Cordelia around this time to nurse and mend —
You thought her mad, of course, when she spoke sour truths?
You knew her wicked, of course, when she warned you ’gainst those brutes
“No sweetness in such a wretched ungrateful child!”
No sweetness in the shroud you sewed for yourself all your life!
Well, tonight as you lie: your final night
There will be no one to watch and mourn your pitiful fight
For dearest, sweet, kind Cordelia is gone
And as much as you pray, Cordelia won’t come.
4 comments:
Ummm, hi.
This is awkward. I am actually commenting here because I couldn't find the comment box on Kaushik's blog. Hope you don't mind relaying the message to him.
(In fact, we knew each other too. You might remember me by one of my many assumed names, but we'll get to that later, I promise!)
@Kaushik: I was going to start with "When does the narwhal bacon? *budge budge* *wink wink*", but keeping that for some other time. A simple "Wassup" would lie on the other end of the small-talk spectrum, so ditch that too. I guess I'll go with a cross between "Been a long while, d00d! How's it going? What're you up to?" and "DID you two get together??" I know you'd been exchanging Orkut names, but I kinda lost track after that. Social networking sites exile, you know.
Don't want either of you to think I am a stalker. Just chanced upon one of your tweets on the Twitter timeline, and decided to wave hi. No, seriously.
@The Lady: Went by the name, Cranial Chaos, I did. Ring a bell?
@Pratyush: I can't say that this conversation isn't entirely creepy but I'll convey your message to Teh Kaz.
Yes, Cranial Chaos does ring a bell, but it sounds like one that rang eons ago with the sound fading into the sands of time... Ah well, enough with the dramatics! I do recall a display picture with an abstract human torso, but I could be wrong. Do let me know?
And I'm curious as to the origin of these questions: " "DID you two get together??" I know you'd been exchanging Orkut names, but I kinda lost track after that." Hmm.
It's good to have someone visit this old, blog, even if it's a stalker ;)
Regarding the origin of the comment, I was just inquiring about something he had told me[1] long ago. It was a night of drunken revelry amongst us comrades when he 'fessed up about having a crush on one of his classmates. But then I'd be lying; I don't really drink.
Cranial Chaos's display picture was directly off Google Images and something I don't recollect, so I'd rather you let the bells ring without getting visual. I do faintly recall that I was the 'mutual friend on Orkut' through which you and Kaushik connected. I could be mistaken though. Do let me know?
Finally, I am a little touchy about the whole "stalker" business. 4 years and clean. :-D
Don't forget to tell Kaz I said hi! Toodle-oo!
[1] - he told me, or I hypothesised on my own, I can't say
Finally (I lied earlier), this was just an elaborate guerilla marketing setup. I really wanted you folks to check out this concept called Onamography.
Ha! Onamography sounds quite interesting... you could've just asked.
Kaz says hi. If I remember correctly, he and I got talking after he joined some Orkut community of mine and then started 'stalking' my blog (Don't worry, I use the term 'stalking/ stalker' in a most friendly way, ha ha). Although yes, you were definitely a mutual friend, if my memory serves me right. :) Why don't you say hi to him over Twitter? His handle is 'Kazarelth' {no surprise there}.
Regarding [1], again, hah! :P
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