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He: Baby, no more please. And thanks for caring and sharing it too…. Severed!

She: Then, say something nice. Say something true. Don’t ‘severe’. Break the ties with the grace that they deserve.

He: To have you in my life is my truth….to severe our remains has become a necessity…it is distraction.

And with these words it ended. Not ‘severed’ but ended.

She walked under the moonless sky, trying to see some iota of a ‘Happy Ending’ in those last words of his.

Two poems overlapped & played in loop in her head. Two poems so different, yet so same. Running through her at the same time. A poem of hope. A poem of despair.

The Poem Of Despair




Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, ‘The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

Pablo Neruda

Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines



The Poem Of Hope




Main tenu phir milaangi

Kithey? Kis tarah? Pata nai
Shayad terey takhayul di chinag ban ke
Terey canvas tey utraangi
Ya khowrey terey canvas dey utey
Ikk rahasmayi lakeer banke
Khamosh tenu tak di rawaangi

Yaa khowrey sooraj di loo ban k
Terey rangaan wich ghulaangi
Yaa rangaan diyan bahwaan wich baith ke
Terey canvas nuu walaangi

Pata nai kiss tarah? Kithey?
Par tenu zaroor milaangiYaa khowrey ikk chashma bani howaangi
Tey jeevan jharneyaan da paani udd-da
Main paani diyaan boondaan
Terey pindey tey malaangi
Tey ikk thandak jahi banke
Teri chaati dey naal lagaangi


Main hor kuch nai jaandi
Par aena jaandi
Ke waqt jo vii kareyga
Aey janam mairey naal tureyga

Aey jism mukda hai
Tay sab kuch muk jaanda
Par chaityaan dey dhaagey
Kaainaati kana dey hundey

Main onhaan kana nuu chunaangi
Dhaageyaan nuu walaangi
Tey tenu main phir milaangi…


I will meet you once again.

Where? How? I don’t know.
Perhaps I as a
figment of your imagination
I’ll descend on your canvas.
Or perhaps, I’ll become a mysterious line
on your canvas
I’ll stare at you in silence

Perhaps as a ray
from the sun,
I’ll merge in your colors.
Or sitting in the arms of your color
I’ll embrace your canvas.
I don’t know how? Where?
But I’ll meet you for sure.

Perhaps I’ll be the water of the spring
As the droplets of that water sprinkle
I’ll rub those droplets onto your village.
Or will become a cool breeze
and’ll envelope your chest.
I don’t know anything else,
But I know this much
That no matter what the fate does
In this birth you’ll stay with me.

When the body perishes,
everything perishes
but the threads of memory
are woven with enduring specks.
I will pick these particles,
will weave into threads,
and then I will meet you once again.

Amrita Pritam
Main Tenu Phir Milangi

She knows this despair will fade away & only hope will remain.
She knows that though tonight she’s writing the saddest lines; some place, somewhere, somehow, she’ll meet him once again.