Monday, September 21, 2009

And if you forget me!

A mail chain steeped in meaning.... A friend sent Neruda( that's the mail) and the reply follows.

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,


that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and my roots will set off

to seek another land.


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.

Pablo Neruda

And hence followed my reply

And if you forget me…

If tomorrow brings with you

Trials unknown

And with a heavy heart you move on

And battle

The worst fears, the worst tragedies

I will stand by each day

Wait at each corner,

At each bend

To hold your hand

Exhilaration and beauty

Happiness and abundance

Kiss each step of your way

I shall stand and watch

And pray

It lasts forever

And if you forget me,

If each day in your life begins with a laugh

A thought, a smile

And none of which have a drop of me

I shall smile, and think and drown in sweet memories

When they were but for me

If suddenly you detest,

My existence

My coming in your life

Of my unholy self

Decaying an insignificant corner of your heart

I will try to cleanse it

To erase those memories

And with a million tears

Erase all those years..

Yet my love,


Come what may

Will I forget you

Writ upon my soul

Is a summer

And a life I never knew

And I me always wanted to be

A me so very true

Lose I shall that me perhaps

Along some rough road

But never lose the very you

Or the paths we trod

And every now and then when I

Visit my real self

I shall live again my love

I shall be myself

Friday, September 18, 2009

An Ode to Friends!


Words steeped in meaning,

Words forgotten, the imprint remains forever.


Lighting up faces, warming hearts

Filling the all consuming void.


Rarely seen, more frequently felt,

A pain that you carry through the years.


Arising out of situations,

A deeper thinking, often leads sane thought into oblivion.


Travelling to another domain,

Losing identities in the bliss of mutual intoxication


Ah! But what else is life,

An amusing concoction of exhilaration and strife.


Never enough to express what's inside,

But the feelings you can rarely hide.


Too many but little to do,

And they keep alive the real you.


Pulls reality away,

Takes you to another world, another place.


Like precious gems,

Embed themselves in karmic consciousness


All encompassing,

Weave the inexplicable in to the fabric of life.

Conversations never shall end,

Smiles forever brighten,

Tears seldom our spirits bend,

And philosophies rarely cure,

Fiestas will forever take us to never never land,

Misunderstandings will hurt for sure,

Words never suffice to explain,

Emotions so obscure,

Time will never tarnish,

Memories so pure,

Friends will always ensure,

This bitter life we can endure.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


[ Was wondering what it would be like to delve into the mind of an addict. It is way easier than I had ever anticipated. After all, aren't we all addicted to something, someone perhaps?]

Restless, shifty eyed, unstable, unsteady

Move over world, i think I am ready

The clock chimes 12 no sleep yet

There's sweat on my forehead, clothes dripping wet

Joyous thoughts of a pleasant feel

Runs through my mind like a movie reel

Longing transcends every other emotion

My body craves for that familiar elation

The mind forewarns of trials unknown

Of regrets, of fears, of being alone

And yet the soul reaches out

And tries its best to wipe all doubt

Deviated intentions and intense desire

To escape life's hellish fire

Led me to a quiet solace

It takes me to a different place

I give in to the devil's charm

Pull it close, much to sanity's alarm

One brief moment does pass by

And the next I start to fly...

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


She never walks alone

Glides, effortlessly

From light to light


Always right

Never errant and yet an aberration

Coz her identity was never hers

She makes her presence felt in times of utter loneliness

Eternally giving yet barely existing

Living a life through another

And yet more experiences gather

She never leaves.

Through bright, through dark

An apparition?

Barely so.

Flesh and blood

Oh never! No..

A shadow of me

Or am I hers

She leads me through yet another day...


Times like this,

When each day is just another day

Like there was yesterday and there will be tomorrow

Hope is another word in the dictionary

which somehow

the world believes it should live for

A love song is just good coz it’s another pretty melody

A sad movie is just another fellow human's directorial genius

When a baby's smile is just another poster in the making

When the moon is just a photographer's muse

A pretty face, an excuse

When the smile reaches from ear to ear

But never reaches the eye

When you can get to the bottom of things

But just don't want to try

When a loved one's tears fail to move you

When nothing you do ever excites you

When you escape the hurt by miles and miles

But reach the void so

When you end up so unfeeling

That you cannot feel the you