Sagar Behere

As 007 walked by He heard a wee spider say, “Hi.”

I don’t fall for temptation.

“..the face of the most beautiful of women and the mind of the most resolute of men.”

Great balls of fire!

When you knew that it was over You were suddenly aware That the autumn leaves were turning To the color of Her hair.

The truth will set you free.. but first, it will make you miserable.

A rose is a rose is a rose.

The notes rained down and the cellist was one with the universe.

Now I see with eye serene, The very heart of the machine.

Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.

There the thundering strokes begin, There the press and there the din.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Me has a new hobby 🙂

When this tree fell, I wasn’t there to see it.

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHH

The kettle can wait.

Yolk!

It comes in a yellow plastic can.

Where dryads tread the fairly fields, and then..

Sometimes I scream for no apparent reason.

There once was a man named McNameter Who was blessed with both length and diameter But it wasn’t his size That was a surprise ‘Twas his rhythm: iambic pentameter

Let’s make a date, to tango quite late And when we get tired, we’ll just hesitate.

The itch of writing can only be cured by the scratching of a pen.

This happened to me the other day.

XIX I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

Benched 1.11111 times the body weight today.

Balls of steel .. make the world go ‘round.

A picture of a pipe, is not A PIPE.

“It won’t work.”

“You gave me wings when you showed me birds,” said Leonard of Quirm.

155 wild horses.

I live the same as I type: Fast and with lots of mistakes.

Home is where the heart is.

(via twilightabyss)

Don’t put words in my mouth, that’s where I put my feet.

Ready to dive in?

‘The Cyberiad” by Polish author Stanislaw Lem is a brilliant set of short stories.

[Source: Adam Jacob de Boinod, Holland Herald (KLM’s inflight magazine), May 2011]

Ah, Love!

A few days ago, I came across a trailer for the Third Culture Kids.

The wrap up.