Ada Limón, From The Carrying; “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves A Shape In The Air”

when the lovers lose love,

and it does happen-

it’ll be slow.

he will stop doing the little things,

she will stop caring as much.

she will convince herself that she’s fighting for herself,

and soon realize she has been fighting for him.

when the lovers lose love,

the people around them will be confused.

“you seemed so happy”

“what happened?”

“are you okay?”

when the lovers lose love,

she will cry herself to sleep.

she will second guess her decisions.

she will continue down the path of losing herself completely.

when the lovers lose love,

he will make excuses for the things he did,

he will sit alone and try to figure out a plan to grab her attention,

he’ll think of how it use to be.

when the lovers lose love,

it is sad.

but it gets better.

when the lovers lose love,

and it does happen-

it’ll be slow.

“Scars on your body show that you have lived; scars on your heart show that you have loved.”

— Nina Dul (via thoughtkick)

“You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?”

— Ernest Hemingway

অনন্ত প্রেম

তোমারেই যেন ভালোবাসিয়াছি

শত রূপে শত বার

জনমে জনমে, যুগে যুগে অনিবার।

চিরকাল ধরে মুগ্ধ হৃদয়

গাঁথিয়াছে গীতহার,

কত রূপ ধরে পরেছ গলায়,

নিয়েছ সে উপহার

জনমে জনমে যুগে যুগে অনিবার।

যত শুনি সেই অতীত কাহিনী,

প্রাচীন প্রেমের ব্যথা,

অতি পুরাতন বিরহমিলনকথা,

অসীম অতীতে চাহিতে চাহিতে

দেখা দেয় অবশেষে

কালের তিমিররজনী ভেদিয়া

তোমারি মুরতি এসে,

চিরস্মৃতিময়ী ধ্রুবতারকার বেশে।

আমরা দুজনে ভাসিয়া এসেছি

যুগল প্রেমের স্রোতে

অনাদিকালের হৃদয়-উৎস হতে।

আমরা দুজনে করিয়াছি খেলা

কোটি প্রেমিকের মাঝে

বিরহবিধুর নয়নসলিলে,

মিলনমধুর লাজে-

পুরাতন প্রেম নিত্যনুতন সাজে।

আজি সেই চিরদিবসের প্রেম

অবসান লভিয়াছে

রাশি রাশি হয়ে তোমার পায়ের কাছে।

নিখিলের সুখ, নিখিলের দুখ,

নিখিল প্রাণের প্রীতি,

একটি প্রেমের মাঝারে মিশেছে

সকল প্রেমের স্মৃতি-

সকল কালের সকল কবির গীতি

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,

It's ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.

You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers,

Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,

the distressful tears of farewell,

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you

The love of all man's days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -

And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Rabindranath Tagore, Unending Love অনন্ত প্রেম

“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.”

— Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (via books-n-quotes)

He chose the latter. . . . . .

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“There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self- centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes

Details

“Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars.”

— George Mallory