India calling ... !!!

I will be going to India on 9th April' 10. This is the longest I have stayed away from my family. I am visiting them after 2.5 yrs .. Gosh :O

How I wish April came right after December :(

Siggh ..

--eL

तू अगर उदास होगा, तो उदाग होउंगी मैं भी
नज़र आऊँ या न आऊँ, तेरे पास होउंगी मैं भी
तू कहीं भी जा रहेगा, मेरा साया साथ होगा

- तुम्हारी Amritha !!!!

Goodbye

People come, People go. I wonder why.
You build a relationship and one fine day it goes away. I wonder why.

They say, 'Learn from your mistakes'. But when it isn't your mistake and you still lose. What would you learn? Nothing. I wonder why.
The rule of life is fair yet so unfair. I wonder why.

You grow up learning, love is GOD. But when love betrays, you fall and cry.. Gods fall and cry. I wonder why.

I write this today as I lose a friend. My presence brings him pain, I was told. I wonder why.
As he goes away, I shed a tear yet I smile. I wonder why.

I am happy and sad. Such a strange relationship. I wonder why.
He said, 'Our paths will cross'. And I will wait. I wonder why.

Love is pain but so is friendship yet we yearn for both. I wonder why.
Nothing in life comes without a toil. Love, my friend, is no exception. I no longer wonder. I know why.

--eL.

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आपलं सुःख पाहण्याचा तसा प्रत्येकाला अधिकार आहे.. पण् दुस-याला मारुन जगणं हा कुठला न्याय आहे...

Food for thought ....

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.

If you forget me....

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


--- Pablo Neruda

Aabhas Ha ...

Kadhi dur dur
Kadhi tu samor
Mann haravate aaj ka
Kahe kase hote ase hi aas lage jiva
Kashi savaru mi aavaru re mi swataha
Dise swapn ka he jagtana hi mala
Aabhas ha, aabhas ha
Chalato tula chalato mala
Aabhas ha ... !!!!!

--Peace
eL.