"...Chapter One. He was tough and romantic as the city he loved. Behind his black-rimmed glasses was the coiled sexual power of a jungle cat--I love this! New York was his town and it always would be".Wish I could move to a city where I fall in love--not just with somebody but with the kids riding tricycles, dry cleaners and sausage vendors, old couples, holding hands, the clothes hanging from balconies, the garbage on the street corners, the town prostitutes, the churchgoers. It would be a never-ending romance. A romance that makes you feel alive, feel complete, feel a little crazy and a little more fulfilled. I don't know why this is a sort of a unfilled fantasy for me.
Woody Allen
Manhattan (1979)
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
NEVER-ENDING ROMANCE.
Monday, July 6, 2009
A LITTLE LOVE FROM ONE OF MY LOVES.
I think somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision.
We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.
Eleanor Roosevelt
We have bigger houses but smaller families:
We have more degrees but less sense;
more knowledge but less judgements;
more experts but more problems;
more medicines, but less healthiness.
We've been all the way to the moon and back,
but we have trouble crossing the street
to meet the new neighbour.
We build more computers
to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever,
but we have less communication.
We have become long on quantity
but short on quality.
These are times of fast foods,
but slow digestion;
tall man, but short character;
steep profits, but shallow relationships.
It is a time when there is much in the window
but nothing in the room.
Dalai Lama
We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.
Eleanor Roosevelt
We have bigger houses but smaller families:
We have more degrees but less sense;
more knowledge but less judgements;
more experts but more problems;
more medicines, but less healthiness.
We've been all the way to the moon and back,
but we have trouble crossing the street
to meet the new neighbour.
We build more computers
to hold more information,
to produce more copies than ever,
but we have less communication.
We have become long on quantity
but short on quality.
These are times of fast foods,
but slow digestion;
tall man, but short character;
steep profits, but shallow relationships.
It is a time when there is much in the window
but nothing in the room.
Dalai Lama
Thursday, July 2, 2009
IF YOU FORGET ME -- NERUDA
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
A LOVE POEM FOR NOBODY
your love has spit fire in my heart
the caged lions devoured my judgement
the hawks circle skies for my sanity
your love is a maze of emotions
giving me jolts of pain, of despair
snatching away my peace, my comfort
instilling me with desire, with terror
sculpted me into a defiant, neurotic mess
my mind running wild in circles
my body (now) in convoluted distress
blind to rationality
deaf to logic, to reason
to everything in-between
i am alive to breathe
with you, for you
you are part of
my conscious, my being
today, i loathe you
for i have loved you
more than the stars
love their moon
more than lovers of yesterday
your impossibilities have caged
more than shah jahan and mumtaz
my poor, fragile heart, stampeded soul
your words, your promises, your eyes
have transformed me
i'm a psychotic believer
of impossible realities
oh ! i loathe you
sometimes more than
i have loved you
your love is an imprisonment
a poison waiting to be devoured
rescue me--Love--from your love.
A.M.
the caged lions devoured my judgement
the hawks circle skies for my sanity
your love is a maze of emotions
giving me jolts of pain, of despair
snatching away my peace, my comfort
instilling me with desire, with terror
sculpted me into a defiant, neurotic mess
my mind running wild in circles
my body (now) in convoluted distress
blind to rationality
deaf to logic, to reason
to everything in-between
i am alive to breathe
with you, for you
you are part of
my conscious, my being
today, i loathe you
for i have loved you
more than the stars
love their moon
more than lovers of yesterday
your impossibilities have caged
more than shah jahan and mumtaz
my poor, fragile heart, stampeded soul
your words, your promises, your eyes
have transformed me
i'm a psychotic believer
of impossible realities
oh ! i loathe you
sometimes more than
i have loved you
your love is an imprisonment
a poison waiting to be devoured
rescue me--Love--from your love.
A.M.
EVERYONE AROUND ME
Him and her
those and them
all loving, all lusting
bustling, kissing
red lipstick, messy hair
curtains drawn, beds waiting
everyone around me
lust overflow,drowning in love
lost today, i know
self-discovery on platter
waiting to be devoured
interesting reality:
what or who I look for--
i do not know.
look into my eyes
whisper in my ears
its a treasure
waiting to be found.
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