Ek tariqa batao

Friday, July 20, 2012
I amaze myself sometimes. mujhe nehi pata isse kaise nikalte hai, mujhe ye bhi nahi pata ke sach mein isse nikalnahi meri zaroorat hai ke nehi. I am so unaware of what I feel, it amazes me, almost like I feel nothing.

Love

Thursday, July 12, 2012


I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

...I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

---Pablo Neruda