Reflections
Thursday, June 28, 2007
On the Nature of Love
The night is black and the forest has no end;
a million people thread it in a million ways.
We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where
or with whom - of that we are unaware.
But we have this faith - that a lifetime's bliss
will appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.
Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs
brush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks.
Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning:
whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.
I call that person and cry: `This life is blest!
for your sake such miles have I traversed!'
All those others who came close and moved off
in the darkness - I don't know if they exist or not.
We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but where
or with whom - of that we are unaware.
But we have this faith - that a lifetime's bliss
will appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.
Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songs
brush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks.
Then peradventure there's a flash of lightning:
whomever I see that instant I fall in love with.
I call that person and cry: `This life is blest!
for your sake such miles have I traversed!'
All those others who came close and moved off
in the darkness - I don't know if they exist or not.
- Rabindranath Tagore
Read this poem, this morning at 7:00 AM, when it was blissfully raining outside. A poignant strain, a few rain droplets, this poem by Tagore is enough to make you realize how much his poetry means, how saccharine, divine and true his words are....
Don't ask me why I am so much into posting poetry, related to love. 'Tis just that things are working that way...Stumbled into this poem of his, when I was browsing through my copy of "The great works of Rabindranath Tagore"...Fell in love with it...Since there are a few people, who according to me, appreciate this theme, I thought I could type it out here :)
P.S : Don't know why..Typing out this poem, with the same poignant strain ringing in my ears, gives me so much happiness :) Life's beautiful....
Friday, June 15, 2007
When I go alone at night
HEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses on both sides of the street stand silent. - It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed.
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- When I sit on my balcony and listen for his footsteps, leaves do not rustle on the trees, and the water is still in the river like the sword on the knees of a sentry fallen asleep.
- It is my own heart that beats wildly -- I do not know how to quiet it.
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- When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles and my eyelids droop, the night darkens, the wind blows out the lamp, and the clouds draw veils over the stars.
- It is the jewel at my own breast that shines and gives light. I do not know how to hide it.
One among the many poems, that make me want to fall in love :)
