POEM by V

The dream of a tear is simple.

It dreams to move out,

roll down the cheek and leap off the chin into oblivion.

But you won't allow it to;

you have to wipe it off at the eyes.

There will be a day when it dreams only to roll down.

There will be a day when it dreams only to move out of the eye.

There will be a day when it only dreams to occur in them.

and then a day when it will dream only to exist in you.

That will be the day whence you can only dream of joy.

POEM by e. e. cummins

i don't like
the memories
because the tears come easily,
and once again i break 
my promise
to myself for this day.
                         
                   it's a constant battle.

a war between
remembering and forgetting.

REMEMBRANCE by VLADIMIR NABOKOV

Like silent ships we two in darkness met,
And when someday the poet's careless fame, shall breathe to you a half-forgotten name - 
soul of my song, I want you to regret.
For you had love. Out of my life you tore, 
one shining page.
I want, if we must part - remembrance pale to quiver in your heart
Like moonlit foam upon a windy shore.




the yearning, and emotions in this one really tug at your heartstrings. isn't remembrance, indeed the worst things you can wish upon an ex-lover? and that's what this one is all about...

POEM by TEJU

He looks at me with those piercing eyes
and suddenly I realise I am bare, naked...
No matter how much I try and hide,
he can see every scar and bruise on me...
The mess behind the pretty face
The tantrums behind my smile
The insanity in the cultured 'me'...
That can't be a pretty sight
And I slowly realise - he knows me
the real me
the ugly, odd, maybe even eccentric me...
I wonder what is he thinking
why is he still here?
What makes him stay and still love me?
There must be someone better than me for him
I guess, he could leave if he wants to...
and I fear he might...
A few minutes we just stare at each other
And then that crooked smile appears which I know oh so well...
And I realise that he will not leave me...
I realise that he never will...
that I would die if he ever did...

my best friend Teju wrote this poem a while ago. what i love about it is how simple it is. no fancy words, no complex sentence. simplicity is beauty, indeed.

TO by P. B. SHELLEY

One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another. I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not,—
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?




a friend once shared the first two lines of the poem with me, and for the longest time those were the only lines I knew, until I searched the entire poem a while ago. its interesting how the meaning of the poem changes by the end - you start somewhere and end up somewhere completely different.

DIL AKHIR TU KYU ROTA HAI by JAVED AKHTAR

jab jab dard ka baadal chhaya
jab gum ka saya lehraye
jab jab aansun palkon tak aya
jab yeh tanha dil ghabaraya
humne dil ko yeh samjhaya dil akhir tu kyu rota hai.... duniya mein yun hi hota hai...
yeh jo gehre sannate hai, waqt ne sabko hi batein hai...
thoda dard hai sabka kissa... thodi dhup hai sabka hissa...
aankh teri bekar hi nam hai... har pal ek naya mausam hai...
kyu tu aise pal khota hai...? dil akhir tu kyu rota hai....?

this one was recited by Farhan Akhtar in the movie Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara, and happens to be my personal favourite out of the four poems he recited in the movie...

DELUSION ANGEL by DAVID JEWELL

Daydream delusion
Limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
drop a tear in my wine glass
Look at those big eyes on your face
see what you mean to me -
sweet cakes and milk shakes

I’m a delusion angel
I’m a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
don’t want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
we have no idea where we’re going
Lodged in life

like two branches in a river
Caught in the current
flowing downstream
I’ll carry you, you carry me
that’s how it could be
Don’t you know me
Don’t you know me by now…?







this poem was recited in the movie Before Sunrise, starring Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy. one of my all time favourite movies.... the movie also came with a sequel 9 years later, called Before Sunset (in 2004), and with the third sequel Before Midnight this year.