think i'm here on earth to forgive people...

Pablo Neruda's

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the

perfumes of spring.

I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;

how did your lips feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,

the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten

your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of

you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will

do me irreparable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every

window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because

of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting

stars, falling objects.

khuda kare..ki quayamat ho, aur tu aaye :)

she

oh this lovely junior of mine came to my room asking for some words in her glittering shining slambook. As i flipped through the pages, i recalled her name, and i did remember her ! she's the one who smiles all the time . . she had colored sketchpens and i chose red for love :)

as i started writing, she made sweet conversations about my collection of stuffed toys and showed me a pic of her teddy bear on her phone. her brother had come all the way to kgp to gift it to her on her birthday. so i introduced her with pogu, bhondu, doggu and miss flowers.

she made me smile on a hot summer afternoon. god bless her !

of lovely poems :)

was looking for some class notes for my grand viva and found this poem that a friend wrote a few years back.

Time I need

to explore myself indeed

failure is the inspiration

seedling of a new creation

lost in the gloomy night

with stars nowhere in sight

Company is what i looked for

Solitude came my way all the more

never have i been so alone

waiting for dawn, my heart weeps on and on ...... .....

the scribbled pages will go in trash someday, the poem here will stay in my memory forever . . .

i'm freaking out !

"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it."

- Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights