A verse
Posted by mansoor on 12 May 2008 | Tagged as: lifes anomaly's
Through the fingers of my hand have eons passed,
I spend my nights thinking of my love,
have angels passed, and even djinns slipped through,
And all my days dreaming of her too
I read this on a Bank Alfalah Calendar i received recently. The calendar is an ode to Saadeqain, one of the great artists of our country, and this verse comes alongside one of his paintings intended to bring the piece to life.
Even though i dont think about it too much, there are times when that feeling overwhelms me and threatens even my sanity. The quick, clean nature of the transaction did not help, if anything, it helped reinforce my reasons for staying away from commitments.
I hope that someday, i’ll get an answer from her… to whether being right and not giving in on one crucial subject was worth it.
haunting verse. Even with clean sweep transcations, the pain just lingers on and i am sure u r not alone in this, i am sure the other person is equally in pain. i am not ‘her’ but i was a her to a few long ago, and yes being right and not giving in on different crucial principals have been worth it. things shd be worth making a sacrifice for. When people dont agree on certain principles, it’s better to split, but not without trying to reach out, trying to reason. love always doesnt conquer all mate, it takes time for relationships to reach that level of strength and maturity. By gones ….by gones…..
WB Yeats - When You Are Old and Grey
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.