Shelley's me

Teach me half the gladness
        That thy brain must know,
    Such harmonious madness
        From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now!


Lucky to have a few sincere critics around :)  they never fail to tell (as and when they get aware of) me the truth, at least their perception of it .

Getting complaints of being melancholic!
Not sure who and what to blame. Looking around for an answer..


We look before and after,
        And pine for what is not:
    Our sincerest laughter
        With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.