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I DO NOT LOVE YOU EXCEPT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.


I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.


Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.


In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.


Note : One of my favourite poems written by Pablo Neruda.

THE ANNIVERSARY POST

Happy birthday "My Life and Times" !
My blog is two years old today.





A big THANK YOU to my readers, who have kept me going.



Today, I want to share a beautiful poem with all of you. Its all the more special as it has been written by my mother. Long back though.
 I'm pretty sure,you'll love it.



I REMEMBER....



I remember...
The moment I first saw you
When I first looked into your eyes
I felt a tremor,pass down my spine
But you remained unaffected.


I remember...
The other times
Fate put us together.
The many efforts I made
To reach out to you
But you remained indifferent.

I remember...
How desperate I felt
When I did not feel
your presence near,
When I tried to let you know
how much I yearned for you.
But you never seemed to care.
I remember...
The day you were leaving
And I saw you passing by..
My eyes brimming with
unshed tears,
Wondering if you would take me along.
But you never noticed.

I remember...
The tumult I felt within me
Waiting to reveal my
feeling to you,
wanting to probe into
Your silence…

WILD SWANS : A BOOK REPORT

BOOK : WILD SWANS AUTHOR :  JUNGCHANG (Pronounced as “Yung”)
GENRE : NON-FICTION
There was this 12 year old reading an extract of the book “Wild Swans” by  Jung Chang. It’s an autobiographical narrative about the author, a Chinese woman , her mother and her grandmother. The trials and tribulations of the three women is “Wild Swans”. After 9 years, the girl gets to read the whole book. A long wait. Rewarded amply though. A worthwhile read. Something that will remain with her for a lifetime.
The 12 year old is me. This “book report” is more emotional than factual.


The book begins with the author’s grandmother Yu fang born in 1909. Some interesting observations regarding erstwhile Chinese society are : weddings were fixed by parents even before children were born, wives were elder to husbands so that they could help them grow up, girls were considered to be a liability,prevalence of “bound feet” or “three-inch golden lilies” as they were called. To know more about the cruel practice of bound…

YOU

Yes,I go…..
To the ends of my imagination…
Beyond the valley and the moors…
Beyond isolation…
Bereft of any blanket….
In the numbing cold….
All I see is shadows in the mist.
Illusions.
Mirages.
But not you.
Yet
I do not lose hope.
I wait for you.

ITS DEAD

It was a crazy moment. I never realized things would get so serious.  The last minute talk did not help.
 I did the ‘right’ thing before it was too late.
I had learnt to live sans you.
Now its you again.  But I can’t do it anymore.
 My love is dead - like my unborn baby.

"M" for Mamma..........

Smiles.



Stories.


Lessons.


Comfort.


Companionship.



Togetherness.


Friendship.
You are that small packet that encompasses my universe.
To the "big" girl of my life.

A HEART

Somewhere there lie...
Pieces of broken me.
Gather I cannot
But stare at them.
Each is a memory - a part.
A beautiful one.
Desired,cherished,fulfilled.
Yonder lay the heart-
Empty,lone,aloof.
No reflections, no names scribbled.
Just a void.
A  grotesque wound.
A frame without  a  picture.
A drop of tear,
And some petals dry...