Monday, July 30, 2012

तुझ बिन जीना भी क्या जीना ?

Voice of so many ages cried
what is living when life is
without you,
my love.

The pain that was the question
carried me beyond poetry
to the answer.

Living without you
is impossible
even if is chosen
this beautiful life,
even if is chosen
happy tears, sad smile.

My love,
living without you
is unbearably impossible,
that living with you
And your absences is inevitably
Inevitable.



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Toulouse
June/July '12






Sunday, July 29, 2012

For whom there is no time.

What the young unknowing one
                                                        did enter for an eye skip,

Was silent beholden by the one
                                                    now an older bag of contradictions,

When that woman sang glorious,
                                                       For whom there was no time.