Like Foam

'Suffer Love',
they say.
Either they do not know love
or they are brave.


If i don't get to see him,
I wish with heavy heart will cease to be,
by slow degrees,
like foam
when running water
splashes against the rocks.

He lingers on.....

Macondo...Ursula...Jose Arcadio....Aureliano...Rebeca...the magic...the madness...the deaths...the rebirths...the war...the loneliness...clairvoyance...clandestine...
Even after 10 years since i met them all...
still the same grip, same depth,same feelings, same insanity, same obsession.
Marquez never ceases to amaze me!!

One of my Fav...her poems!

Stranger with despair in your eyes
I've met you not here alone,but
In alien towns,where even the streets
You walked on, looking,no,not at
Faces,but at signs over shops,were
Roofed with hostile skies;everything
Seemed so grey,so old,but you walked
On and on,your fingers in pockets
Curling and uncurling,your loneliness
Blue as a birthmark on your face.
I've seen you in restaurants,all gay
And smoke-filled,on the seat behind
The pillar,drinking joylessly your
Sweetened tea,while your left hand
Softly trembling,crouches on the
Tablecloth like a wounded bird.
I've seen you walk around in gardens
Pausing to peer at names,knife-engraved
On trees now grown tall;on beaches,
With downcast eyes,at cocktails,
Glass in hand,sulking behind those
Potted plants;I've seen your bitten nails,
Your sickly smile,heard your brittle
Broken talk;I know you now too well
Not to recognize.