A special blog entry today
On account of Valentine's Day

One of my favourite poets who can pull heart strings
And talk about love without making you cringe

It would be embarassing for me to say
I have any authority to review him in any way
So let me just present his work
And let his words weave their charm.


For those who are waiting for love :
I am not jealous
of what came before me.

Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth
to start our life!

For those drunk in love/ or those who love their wine :
Day-colored wine,
night-colored wine,
wine with purple feet
or wine with topaz blood,
wine,
starry child
of earth,
wine, smooth
as a golden sword,
soft
as lascivious velvet,
wine, spiral-seashelled
and full of wonder,
amorous,
marine;
never has one goblet contained you,
one song, one man,
you are choral, gregarious,
at the least, you must be shared. More here

For in love and in denial :
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way More Here

And finally my favourite
For those trying to forget :
She loved me, sometimes 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 starry and she is not with me.

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

Dusting my bookshelf & packing my stuff / I noted ... the past year I haven't read nearly enough

The pile of books gifted by well meaning friends
Trying to deviate me from my classic - biased trends
Next to them the unknown names
Bought on a whim one day

A rush of guilt begins to rise
Which I quickly reason with that over used line -
"I want to read but there is no time ! "
Of course that isn't valid for me
Ive been reading since when I was a little more than three !!

Ive read at night
Through powercuts in candle light
Through highschool exams
Hiding them behind text books and other such scams

Ive read my own and Ive borrowed from others
When I ran out
I'd find another

I would read in class
I would read at home
I've never kept count
But I have read tomes

I made friends in school based on their books
If they didn't read - they weren't worth another look
To this date I recall
A new girl reading a book in class-
I leaned over to see the cover
I'ver told her this , the best part is -
She still doesnt mind that at all :)

There are more - they know who they are
Who know me because of this shared pleasure

So why have I been pleading defense
In face of such heinous offense
And so I plan to read again...
No excuse will be entertained

( Wow - did you guys see
This blog is already making a better person out of me !
2 resolves in 2 posts
And none broken so far
That statistic is clearly above par !

...I'm sorry but you see

The blog can't take the analyst out of me ... )

Anyway - the new book book I began :
"Collected Writings by R K Laxman"