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  Its official.  Its broken. Snapping last ties. A scuffle. An unintended touch. Eyes meet. Differences begin to melt. A trifle glance. A weird smile follows. A maddening moment. Heart beats faster.  Fail to utter words. A strange affinity. Reason loses to impulse. Charmed ,enamoured. Lips lock.  Emotions fused. Bliss. Sun rises. Regrets. A nocturnal mistake.

Reflection : Do you really love him ? She (reluctantly) : Yes, I do. Reflection : Tell him. She (sadly) : He’s too good for me. He doesn’t. ******** Reflection : You like her ? He : Like ? I love her ! Reflection : Why don’t you tell her ? He ( laughs it away ) : She’s too good for me. She doesn’t.

You never said: But I know- You were glad enough to see my smiling face. You were deeply distressed to see me in tears. You were angry when a playmate hit me. You were proud of me when I won a prize. You consider me as one of the greatest gifts of your life. I never said: But you know it well- Papa, I love you more than life.

She gazed into emptiness. She cried. A teardrop fell on the window sill. ***** He was hitting the nail with the hammer. Something stirred him. The hammer hit his finger instead. A drop of blood fell on the window sill.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you, they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite. And He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer's hands be for happiness; For even as He loves the arrow that flies, So He loves the bow that is stable.

       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.

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 ...