If You Forget Me


I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

I Don't Know

Well a lot of people seem to be into Poetry now a days .. So I thought I'll try writing a poem too....To give you one more piece of personal trivia..Although!!!!! Yes I know you are not dying to hear it .. Is I am the vocalist for a Rock Band.. To tell you very frankly not very good at it..though want to improve ...Anyways here's the poem

I don't know


I don't know why the world is so crazy
I don't know why people are so busy killing each other
I don't know why we hate and sometimes even love each other
And I really don't know what world we will be leaving behind and shudder


When people don't mean the things they say
and mean what they don't say
When we are insensitive to everything around us
And our way of leaving it all behind is
drown it in a haze of intoxicated euphoria
Or hang out in the mall and buy a T-shirt


But amongst all this angst and dread
I draw faith from the small yellow flower
Growing in the middle of that busy highway
When all the world is against its survival
It not only survives but thrives
May our faith and compassion be like that weed
Which no amount of selfish human fertilizer
Or the pollution of almost everything going wrong
May destroy