Rabindranath Tagore was a Bengali poet, philosopher, artist, playwright and novelist. He was awarded Nobel Prize in Literature in the year 1913. I have read some of his stories, plays & memoirs. But I always think he is a better Poet (Just an opinion). The human shades, the depths involved in any feeling that he tries to capture through the magic of words is really beautiful.
Here is one of my favourites –
(Written originally in Bengali)
“Jakhan Bhanglo Milan Mela”
When our days together
Came to an end,
My weeping would never cease –
I thought.
As flowers from a garland
Fall unheeded,
On the dust of the road –
One by one –
So, memories fade,
Unknown to us,
Day by day.
No more tears
Would ever fall –
I thought.
We met on the wayside
All of a sudden –
And my crying I couldn’t stop.
Under the mantle of forgetfulness
The tears were there –
All the time.
Came to an end,
My weeping would never cease –
I thought.
As flowers from a garland
Fall unheeded,
On the dust of the road –
One by one –
So, memories fade,
Unknown to us,
Day by day.
No more tears
Would ever fall –
I thought.
We met on the wayside
All of a sudden –
And my crying I couldn’t stop.
Under the mantle of forgetfulness
The tears were there –
All the time.
Relationships may break but the haze of infatuation, which then turns into inseparable bonding called true love or may be simply a friendship, the feelings that once existed; all shall be hiding in the mantle of forgetfulness to appear, disappear & reappear always during the sad or lonely times. Sometimes just the weather, a movie or a song, or just the fresh morning breeze can remind you of the hours spent, the moments lived.
....Sometimes just the weather, a movie or a song, or just the fresh morning breeze can remind you of the hours spent, the moments lived....Completely agreed!!
ReplyDeleteKishan