All the love that history knows,
is said to be in every rose.
Yet all that could be found in two,
is less than what I feel for you.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
WISH
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
benummed
Now that I have your face by heart, I look
Less at its features than its darkening frame
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,
Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd's crook.
Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent ease
The lead and marble figures watch the show
Of yet another summer loath to go
Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.
Now that I have your face by heart, I look.
Now that I have your voice by heart, I read
In the black chords upon a dulling page
Music that is not meant for music's cage,
Whose emblems mix with words that shake and bleed.
The staves are shuttled over with a stark
Unprinted silence. In a double dream
I must spell out the storm, the running stream.
The beat's too swift. The notes shift in the dark.
Now that I have your voice by heart, I read.
Now that I have your heart by heart, I see
The wharves with their great ships and architraves;
The rigging and the cargo and the slaves
On a strange beach under a broken sky.
O not departure, but a voyage done!
The bales stand on the stone; the anchor weeps
Its red rust downward, and the long vine creeps
Beside the salt herb, in the lengthening sun.
Now that I have your heart by heart, I see.
Less at its features than its darkening frame
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,
Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd's crook.
Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent ease
The lead and marble figures watch the show
Of yet another summer loath to go
Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.
Now that I have your face by heart, I look.
Now that I have your voice by heart, I read
In the black chords upon a dulling page
Music that is not meant for music's cage,
Whose emblems mix with words that shake and bleed.
The staves are shuttled over with a stark
Unprinted silence. In a double dream
I must spell out the storm, the running stream.
The beat's too swift. The notes shift in the dark.
Now that I have your voice by heart, I read.
Now that I have your heart by heart, I see
The wharves with their great ships and architraves;
The rigging and the cargo and the slaves
On a strange beach under a broken sky.
O not departure, but a voyage done!
The bales stand on the stone; the anchor weeps
Its red rust downward, and the long vine creeps
Beside the salt herb, in the lengthening sun.
Now that I have your heart by heart, I see.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Saturday, May 12, 2007
7 Things I want to do in this lifetime:
1.i want to build an airctaft.
2.i want to tour the world ( already toured europe and south east asia )
3.watch a football worldcup final live.
4.i want to have a bedroom with mirrors on all the 5 walls...for obvious reasons.
5.i want to be a writer.
6.learn to play the guitar
7.have an enviable library and cd collection
7 Things I can do:
1.cook[i make amazing omelette and coffee]
2.self motivate at the rate of knots
3.i can fix a fuse :D
4.i can swim,row and skate
5.gossip 24*7 without a break!
6.sleep for days altogether
7.Bawl at people one moment and forgive them in the very next
7 Things I can’t do:
1.play my guitar!
2.hide my emotions
3.put on make up like a pro!
4.tolerate snobs,liars.
5.get on with people who have no goal in life
6.i can't dance even if i am paid to.
7.keep my closet in order
7 Things that attract me to other person:
1.intelligence
2.ability to strike up a conversation
3.witts
4.courteous and responsible
5.broad minded outlook, ready for a challenge ( i define broad minded as someone who can accept and respect cultural differences, reason things out without blindly believing what has been put down from the ages. Please do not confuse with conservativeness and outgoing behaviour. Being broad minded is not being outgoing for me. I hold my reservations against wannabe outgoing people )
6.mature and sensible
7.expressive
7 people i prize the most
1.dolon
2.somshubhro
3.nirjhar
4.raunak
5.debanjan
6.roop dada
1.i want to build an airctaft.
2.i want to tour the world ( already toured europe and south east asia )
3.watch a football worldcup final live.
4.i want to have a bedroom with mirrors on all the 5 walls...for obvious reasons.
5.i want to be a writer.
6.learn to play the guitar
7.have an enviable library and cd collection
7 Things I can do:
1.cook[i make amazing omelette and coffee]
2.self motivate at the rate of knots
3.i can fix a fuse :D
4.i can swim,row and skate
5.gossip 24*7 without a break!
6.sleep for days altogether
7.Bawl at people one moment and forgive them in the very next
7 Things I can’t do:
1.play my guitar!
2.hide my emotions
3.put on make up like a pro!
4.tolerate snobs,liars.
5.get on with people who have no goal in life
6.i can't dance even if i am paid to.
7.keep my closet in order
7 Things that attract me to other person:
1.intelligence
2.ability to strike up a conversation
3.witts
4.courteous and responsible
5.broad minded outlook, ready for a challenge ( i define broad minded as someone who can accept and respect cultural differences, reason things out without blindly believing what has been put down from the ages. Please do not confuse with conservativeness and outgoing behaviour. Being broad minded is not being outgoing for me. I hold my reservations against wannabe outgoing people )
6.mature and sensible
7.expressive
7 people i prize the most
1.dolon
2.somshubhro
3.nirjhar
4.raunak
5.debanjan
6.roop dada
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