Dec 22, 2015
A Dialogue Between Two Selves
Self 1:
Say something, I am here to listen
and then I too may speak of something of mine,
It looks as if you have lost
the language that spoke from the heart.
Self 2 :
The long intervals of tears
have set in me the habit of crying
I have forgotten those moments that made us laugh.
Self ! :
Why, look how the moonlit night is shining on you.
The dark fortnight is past.
Self 2 :
The moon doesn't bring light to me
Dark clouds invade the heart.
Self 1 :
Recall the promise that the new sun makes.
Do you not owe something to this life?
Self 2 :
This way-darer has lost the way,
estranged from the goal, she is groping for light.
Self 1 :
Ask your heart,
the heart knows the way.
Self 2 :
The effort of walking and surviving the travails of the road
have so left me drained,
I have lost the memory of the place I wanted to reach,
now all I want is rest.
Self 1 :
Open your eyes and see how close you are to your dreams.
Self 2 :
Dreams were like a candle-flame,
a warning to the fire-fly not to move too close.
Self 1 :
A moment of closeness to the flame
is the memory worth carrying forth.
As for me, I have forgotten the searing caused by the flame.
The memory of the warmth is all what remains
and that is what I owe to the life and this world.
A Dialogue Between Two Selves
Self 1:
Say something, I am here to listen
and then I too may speak of something of mine,
It looks as if you have lost
the language that spoke from the heart.
Self 2 :
The long intervals of tears
have set in me the habit of crying
I have forgotten those moments that made us laugh.
Self ! :
Why, look how the moonlit night is shining on you.
The dark fortnight is past.
Self 2 :
The moon doesn't bring light to me
Dark clouds invade the heart.
Self 1 :
Recall the promise that the new sun makes.
Do you not owe something to this life?
Self 2 :
This way-darer has lost the way,
estranged from the goal, she is groping for light.
Self 1 :
Ask your heart,
the heart knows the way.
Self 2 :
The effort of walking and surviving the travails of the road
have so left me drained,
I have lost the memory of the place I wanted to reach,
now all I want is rest.
Self 1 :
Open your eyes and see how close you are to your dreams.
Self 2 :
Dreams were like a candle-flame,
a warning to the fire-fly not to move too close.
Self 1 :
A moment of closeness to the flame
is the memory worth carrying forth.
As for me, I have forgotten the searing caused by the flame.
The memory of the warmth is all what remains
and that is what I owe to the life and this world.
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