Category Archives: For the eternal love.

More Yours, Than Mine.

 

I smile a little more these days

As, the smiles on my face

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I cry a little more these days.

As, the tears in eyes,

Are a little more yours, than mine.

 

I hate a little more these days,

As, even the hatred in my mind

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I get tempered a little more these days,

As, the fuming rage in my voice

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I love a little more these days,

As, the love that blossoms in my soul

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I laugh a lot these days,

As, the laughter in my heart

Is a little more yours, than mine.

 

I am yours, and you are mine,

And together we colour,

Each other’s beautiful, lives.

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Fact or Fable

Deep memories submerged within,

Sweet, sad, happy and a little evil.

Time elapsed, and I kept treading,

Only to have thought, that someday

I will lose every inch of it.

 

But today, despite the tiresome days and nights,

A mere thought, a small talk,

Even the tiniest prospect of the past,

Passes a solid sensation onto me,

Shaking me to the core,

Sending shivers down my spine,

Making everything of the past, again mine.

 

How does it happen?

What is that feeling?

Why does it not go?

What would it take to go?

 

I am tired of this notion,

Constantly restricting all my gesticulation.

What is that feeling?

I am yet not certain.

 

I keep asking myself

Was the feeling ever true?

Or could it have been a delusion?

Or part of it fact and a part fable?

 

I have no answers,

As usual,

But for certain,

I have all the questions.

 

A Word is All I Need

I read something yesterday, and I loved it so much that honestly I will not be satisfied unless I share it, post it almost everywhere.

So here it goes-

Touch me with words where your hands can’t reach.

-M. Razon

A little something on love

I know you all know this, and yet I am going to rant about this, the mere truth that knocks every now and then-

“The course of true love never did run smooth.”

– A midsummer nights dream

William Shakespeare

I like for you to be still.

My recent favorite poem-

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it’s not true.

-Pablo Neruda.

Always!

It happens with me always, I plan do something and end up doing something else completely. I will go shopping, intending to buy may be a denim and will return with a cute little floral dress which I might have loved hanging somewhere in some random shop.

Today, being a relaxed Sunday I was up to do some searches needed for my papers and nothing more. The google search started really well on the Romantic age but soon I digressed and ended up bumping into this short poem on the internet. I thought it made a simple but yet a lovely read.

Look for yourself-

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