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Pastimes : Desire And Grief -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: HG who wrote (584)	12/11/2001 12:00:01 AM
From: HG	Respond to of 1595

I found a wanna be of "Pehli Si Mohabbat" on Tehelka's front page.... ....its just so...plain....! The Faiz compilation, OTOH, resonates with feeling and emotions... I dunno if this is really a translation, or her own creation, if latter, I hope she is sued for copying the ideas....in such a mundane way....LOL - - - Don't ask me, love, for that first love after Faiz Ahmed Faiz Don't think I haven't changed. Who said absence makes the heart grow fonder? Though I watch the sunset redden every day, days don't grow longer. There are many kinds of silence, none more radiant than the sun's. Sun is silent in our presence, unlike love, silent when it's gone. I thought that every spring was you, every blossom, every bud; that summer had little to do but follow, singing in my blood. How wrong I was. What had summer to do with sorrow in full spate? Every rosebush, every flower I passed, stood at a stranger's gate. Weaving through our towns, centuries of raw silk, brocade and velvet have swilled the streets in blood. Bodies, ripe with sores in lanes and markets, are paying with their lives. But I had little time for the world's wars, love was war enough. In your sky, your eyes, were all my falling stars. Don't ask me, though I wish you would and I know you won't, for more tears. Why build a dam at Sefid Rud if not to water land for years? Though we'll never see the olives, ricefields, shelter in an alcove from the sun, in our time, our lives have more to answer to than love.