I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
~Rabindranath Tagore
Translated by William Radice
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Unending love
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Have you had a broken heart?
I have been in pain for a long time. I thought I had my heart broken because of the guys that left me. But upon years of reflection, I've realized that I never had a broken heart at all.
I never had a broken heart because if I did, I will not be able to feel this love and share love. All those pains that I felt and experience are solely because of the fear of being alone. You only realized this when you become independent from anyone. When you become less dependent on people to love you. The key lies on loving yourself and realizing that there is someone who loves you whatever happens and there is God.
I am so thankful that He is always beside me. Not spoiling me but letting me learn so much about life.
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