Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

2.6.11

To Love


Would you choose
To love
Or to
Be loved ?

Would you choose ecstasy and craving
And to hurt and be hurt
Or peace and happiness
And the occasional bliss?

Why is love so terrible,
So grand
It makes commonplace happiness seem
A modest pay when love is your royal coffer – even if you are a prisoner of war.

22.2.11

Nimbu Chai


Giddy hearts engorged with excitement
Swollen like plump potato vadas.
Anymore happiness, and they would burst
Of rapture they can’t contain.

Desires of fingers groping a breast,
Mouth seeking an anklet,
Cascade hot silver –
Fresh rasgulla syrup on satin bedspread.

Doubts, deceits (Othello, Brutus),
Chilliflake lungs, prick fork into
(engorged potato vada) hearts, pulping them
Into tomato chutney.

Love
Stories
Are like that.
They tend to dissolve
Like colors of a nimbu chai
Sky.

31.5.10

Tagore I

Light, oh, where is the light? Kindle it with the burning fire of desire! It thunders and the wind rushes screaming through the void. The night is black as a black stone. Let not the hours pass by in the dark. Kindle the lamp of love with thy life.

-XXVII, Gitanjali.
By Rabindranath Tagore.

13.5.10

Rumi

Rumi was a Persian poet and a Sufi Mystic. Below is a collection of some of his works, translated into English.

QUATRAINS

[1]
Bring the pure wine of
love and freedom.
But sir, a tornado is coming.
More wine, we'll teach this storm
A thing or two about whirling.
[2]
The Lover is ever drunk with Love.
He is mad,
she is free.
He sings with delight,
she dances with ecstasy.
Caught by our own thoughts,
we worry about everything.
But once we get drunk on that Love
whatever will be, will be.


 [3]
When I am with you, we stay up all night,
When you're not here, I can't get to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.

[4]
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.




 


23.8.09

When Death Failed...

As the sun glittered
Through the cracks on the glass
And the sound of falling sand
Hit the ears from the hour-glass.

The moments silky to the fingers;
Slid on and on under touch.
Till it seemed nothing was left;
But indeed, what lay was much.

His body made of lines and planes,
His eyes sparkling like diamonds cut.
His heart all light, yet heavy to self,
As he calculated an ‘if’ and a ‘but’.

His life was a hazy maze
Till he made up his mind.
She looked at him with half-closed eyes,
He kept gazing as if blind.

Her body made of pulp and dust,
All her being poured through her eyes.
He held her close; like letting her go;
As his mind shouted all the ‘whys?’

He’d loved her, he’d lived her.
He gazed on and on to capture.
He cried as he listened and counted
All the breath that came from her.

She belonged there, right on his chest.
He had the key to all she had.
Why fate chose that she should leave;
And he should remain eternally sad?

The music remained long after that last sigh,
And kept coming back to him like echo.
Her lifeless body clung to him,
He stroked her hair as if she were much more.

His heart expanded, his veins exploded,
A curve touched his lips; he looked insane!
The smile held all he felt
As he said, “Nothing should remain.”

“Never is a long time”, he said,
“Forever sounds good.”
The Earth has all mortals,
So he chose ‘Forever’ with all that he could.

Night lay on its elbows to watch-
She battered and he poisoned lay…
Destiny loved their love enough,
Love had had the final say.

As the stars glittered
Through the cracks on the glass…
And the sound of falling sand
Hit the ears from the hour-glass…

The moments silky to the fingers;
Slid on and on under touch.
Till it seemed nothing was left;
But indeed, what lay was much.