Reflections
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 :)
posted by Nithya at 11:45 PM
6 Comments:
oh my god! it is so beautiful...
a simple description, yet so sweet...
yeah, it actually makes one want to fall in love:-)
What a poem!Thanks a lot for posting it.Surely now,I'll make it a point to read more of Tagore.
Sathej
I've always appreciated Love even when so many people were against it in many arguments at school andd stuff...this makes me appreciate it more!!
Contrary to popular belief, falling in love is way better than falling in chocolate :-) trust me, I've been there, done that ;-)
There is falling in love. And then there is falling in love with love.
@ Suchi --> But inorder to fall in love, one must definitely fall in love with love or rather one involuntarily falls in love with love, when he falls in love
:)
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