Verses To Eat Popcorn To

I used to expect nothing from him, And That just wouldn't do. Reassurances were given, grace was extended when it took a while. Slowly I came to accept;  this is real, he cares. Until it wasn't and I wasn't even told why, I blamed myself. Maybe if I were better, perhaps if I would have just made a different choice, forsaw more. I fought and battled with myself, Made myself believe I was battling for him. I was in agony and no one could save me, And he didn't care. Slowly I was taught to obey by only giving approval when I met the standard, forgiveness coming grudgingly. Felt the sweet relief running through myself that it wasn't over, I wasn't being abandoned after all.

  dasht-e-tanhā.ī meñ ai jān-e-jahāñ larzāñ haiñ terī āvāz ke saa.e tire hoñToñ ke sarāb dasht-e-tanhā.ī meñ duurī ke ḳhas o ḳhaak tale khil rahe haiñ tire pahlū ke saman aur gulāb Uth rahī hai kahīñ qurbat se tirī saañs kī aañch apnī ḳhushbū meñ sulagtī huī maddham maddham duur ufuq paar chamaktī huī qatra qatra gir rahī hai tirī dildār nazar kī shabnam is qadar pyaar se ai jān-e-jahāñ rakkhā hai dil ke ruḳhsār pe is vaqt tirī yaad ne haat yuuñ gumāñ hotā hai garche hai abhī sub.h-e-firāq Dhal gayā hijr kā din aa bhī ga.ī vasl kī raat In the wastelands of solitude, my love, the echoes of your voice quiver, the mirages of your lips waver. In the deserts of alienation, out of the expanses of distance and isolation's debris the fragrant jasmines and roses of your presence delicately blossom. Now from somewhere nearby, the warmth of your breath rises, smoldering forth an exotic perfume―gently, languorously. Now far-off, across the distant horizon, drop by shimmering drop, fall the gli...

                                                                              Your body is away from me  but there is a window open  from my heart to yours.  From this window, like the moon  I keep sending news secretly.

Do you know that I'm there when he calls you? Another secret. Even if I'm not the other woman, I still am. I don't listen.  Even if I did I wouldn't understand anything. Do you understand how long my heart has been with his? This isn't a passing fling Distance has become my companion and life has become difficult But I wouldn't change it. He is my choice going forward and I'm not one to doubt my choices. Do you know he occasionally makes me angrier than anyone on earth? Burning, seething frustration. The way we go round sometimes makes me wonder why we're together. We always come back around. I don't want life with anyone else but him. Do you know that laying next to him is the best thing on earth for me? My heartbeat slows. Holding his hand is like coming home after being away for a long time Sleeping securely, dreaming. Do you know that he's responsible for me still being alive and happy? Friendship, a held hand. He's given me the kind of l...

Tilt your head to the right love, Remind me that you belong to me. Though life batters us, Yours is always the hand mine will seek to hold. Tilt your head to the right love, Use these small gestures when we can't embrace. Seemingly innocent movements, Reminding me of all we've done when we're alone. Tilt your head to the right love, Even when it's hard, even when you're angry. When you've had enough and can't stand the sight of me. Tilt your head to the right love, when tomorrow seems far away. Dreams and aspirations and hopes still so far away, Promises yet unfulfilled. Tilt your head to the right love And I'll tilt mine to the left to meet you. ~Becky~

Come as you are, forget appearances! Is your hair untamable, your part uneven, your bodice unfastened? Never mind. Come as you are, forget appearances! Skip with quicksilver steps across the grass. If your feet glisten with dew, if your anklets slip, if your beaded necklace slides off? Never mind. Skip with quicksilver steps across the grass. Do you see the clouds enveloping the sky? Flocks of cranes erupt from the riverbank, fitful gusts ruffle the fields, anxious cattle tremble in their stalls. Do you see the clouds enveloping the sky? You loiter in vain over your toilet lamp; it flickers and dies in the wind. Who will care that your eyelids have not been painted with lamp-black, when your pupils are darker than thunderstorms? You loiter in vain over your toilet lamp; it flickers and dies in the wind. Come as you are, forget appearances! If the wreath lies unwoven, who cares? If the bracelet is unfastened, let it fall. The sky grows dark; it is late. Come as you are, forget appearanc...

I held the Sun, Stars and Moon at a distance till the time your hands touched mine. Now I am not a feather to be easily detached: instruct the hurricanes and tornados to observe their limits!

Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheart I thought that life was radiant because of you Why complain of worldly woes, once in your love-affliction Your countenance brings eternity to the youth of spring What else is there in the world but for the beauty of your eyes If you were mine, my destiny would surrender to me This was not so, only my wish for it to be There are sufferings in the world other than the suffering of love There are pleasures other than the delight of our union Dark, heinous spells of uncountable centuries. Woven into rich silk and precious brocades being sold in every corner, bodies, covered in dirt, drenched in blood. Bodies, burning in hot ovens of disease Pus seeping from open, lacerating wounds. My sight returns to this as well, I am helpless Your beauty is heart-warming still, but I am helpless There are sufferings in the world other than the suffering of love

Tum mere paas hote ho gaya Jab koi dusra nahi hota When I am alone and no one is near I look beside me and find you there *Translations are not mine. 

T ell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake  and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running  until they forget that they are horses.  It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means we’re inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we’ll never get used to it.

  She rises each morning to the call of her mother A woman who dreams for and empowers her Who clothes and feeds her She rises at school to the voice of her teacher A woman who moulds and emboldens her Who informs and instructs her She rises at the office to the orders of her senior A woman who tasks and trains her Who enlightens her and develops her She rises in the evening to the chatter of her family Women who share with and care with her Who cook and who clean with her She rises in the night to the touch of her husband A man who demands from and dares her Who cares for and loves her She rises in hope that each day she will hear Of women living more equally and happily than her Women living with hope and not fear

 Another Rumi Snippet. I love it because it reminds me very much of where I am. Because of your love, i have broken with my past. My longing for you keeps me in this moment. ~Rumi~

This isn't really a poem I suppose, but Rumi is a favorite of mine. I always find him uplifting. I'll be posting snippets as I find them. Your body is away from me But there is a window open From my heart to yours. ~Rumi~

 As the cold winter sun is setting Thoughts flow about all you've done. Justify to yourself that you did your best And this was actually a battle you've won. Weigh your deeds on the justice scale Praying the good outweighs the bad. Hope that you are remembered kindly Making more folks happy than sad. Remember all the kindnesses Wander through all of the tears. You've said your final goodbyes Now close your eyes and rest without fear. Your body has finally failed you None can last forever. It carried you through your adventures Now let it go altogether. All must face this trial alone None can go together But she waits for you over there Young, fresh, and dancing in the heather. You won't be remembered The future won't give you glory. Your memories will only arise When your sons remember your story. The cold wind is howling as you close your eyes Obscuring the movement, paying the toll Go now in peace old warrior, The universe has reclaimed your soul.

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Another one I have no idea where I found but have kept. Definitely not mine. I called to you in my sleep But you weren't there An empty space  Beside me I look for you When I dream But I never find you So you lay there imagining my hand on you my fingers digging into your flesh mingling our scents into one drawing you to me nearer and nearer As my lips trace a fiery trail down your neck I hope you understand  that my heart is in your hand I don't like where you're headed  Don't squeeze it just because you want your dress scarletted

I'm not sure where I found this at, or if someone I know wrote it. But it definitely is not mine. I simply found it beautiful and am sharing. Let me write on your back with my fingers on your skin  as you lie over me. Let me feel the warmth of  your breath and the softness  of your skin. Let me look in your eyes and know that you crave me  as much as I do. Let me understand that we will never let go of each other. Let me realize that you're  the very meaning of my life. Let me realize that my life from now on is not just an empty dream. Let me make you understand that you're the best thing that ever happens to me.

I'm not sure where I found this section of the Bhagavad Gita, but I found it beautiful. Never was there a time when I did not exist. Nor you, nor all these kings, nor in the future shall any of us cease to be.

I found bits of this poem in an Amitav Ghosh book - The Imam and the Indian. It was a tough book to read but the poetry really stuck with me. At a certain point I lost track of you.   They make a desolation and call it peace.   when you left even the stones were buried:   the defenceless would have no weapons.   When the ibex rubs itself against the rocks,   who collects its fallen fleece from the slopes?   O Weaver whose seams perfectly vanished,   who weighs the hairs on the jeweller's balance?   They make a desolation and call it peace.   Who is the guardian tonight of the Gates of Paradise?   My memory is again in the way of your history.   Army convoys all night like desert caravans:   In the smoking oil of dimmed headlights, time dissolved- all   winter- its crushed fennel.   We can't ask them: Are you done with the world?   In the lake the arms of temples and mo...

Mama never said to watch out for the boys with liquid, doe eyes. The ones with the slow, easy smiles. Completely comfortable in their own skin, standing without a care in the world. She never told me they'll steal your heart just to see what will happen.  That those soft looks don't necessarily mean they care. That those smiles often go out to everyone, when you want them only for yourself. She never told me that behind those eyes often lives the soul of a poet. Boys as soft and sensitive as you'll ever see. That behind that facade they're easy to love, but not easy to be with. She never told me that the quiet voice inside of them is confident. That stillness is often synonymous with strength. That autonomy may lead them to never need you. She never warned me about what happens when those boys leave. How nothing you can do will make them stay. That desperation to find someone else who will look at you the same way. Daddy had hard eyes, angry and wil...