I can write the saddest verses tonight. : Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest verses tonight.

Write, for example, "The night is filled with stars,
twinkling blue, in the distance."

The night wind spins in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times beneath the infinite sky.

She loved me, at times I loved her too.
How not to have loved her great still eyes.

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To think that I don't have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verse falls onto my soul like dew onto grass.

What difference does it make if my love could not keep her.
The night is full of stars, and she is not with me.

That's all. In the distance, someone sings. In the distance.
My soul is not at peace with having lost her.

As if to bring her closer, my gaze searches for her.
My heart searches for her, and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, of then, now are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, it's true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched for the wind which would touch her ear.

Another's. She will be another's. As before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, it's true, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is not at peace with having lost her.

Though this may be the final sorrow she causes me,
and these the last verses I write for her.

:Pablo Neruda

Dard Tham Jayega

Gham nah kar, gham nah kar

Dard tham jayega
gham na kar, gham na kar
Yaar laut ayengey, dil thehar jayega
gham na kar gham na kar
Zakhm bhar jayega
gham na kar, gham na kar
Din nikal aayega
gham na kar, gham na kar
Abar khul jayega, raat dhal jayegi
gham na kar, gham na kar
Rut badal jayegi
gham na kar, gham na kar

FAIZ Ahmed Faiz

Life is Boring

life's boring and futile.We start of with high hopes, then we bottle it.We realize that we are going to die, without finding out the big answers.We develop all the long winding ideas which just interpret reality of our lives in different ways, without really extending our body of worthwhile knowledge, about big things, the real things.Basically we live a short, disappointing life; and then we die.

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