Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

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I'm trying to find a good copy of Ingmar Bergman's Summer with Monika (1953)...think it's time I saw this one, in the killing heat of Delhi. These stills from the film, have always fascinated me. Maybe its the the youth of the actors....their complete immersion into each other.....

And here are below some random words of me own.....
Summer oh summer!

let me run free in a wide meadow
ill sleep intoxicated in a flower bed
and dream sunny dreams

--

brown eyed boy
i watch you look
into a space
far out
take me there
where i can stay
watching you gaze

--

the music breathes me in
into a state of ecstasy
i reach the edge and flow
in and out over and below
closing my eyes
i enter my fantasy
dancing a dream

--Harman

Wednesday, June 03, 2009


Love
by John Lennon

Love is real , real is love
Love is feeling , feeling love
Love is wanting to be loved

Love is touch, touch is love
Love is reaching, reaching love
Love is asking to be loved
Love is you
You and me

Love is knowing we can be
Love is free, free is love
Love is living, living love
Love is needed to be loved

Monday, February 11, 2008

Kiss by Gustav Klimt
THE COLORS OF LOVE
What is the color of love?
Red, blue, green or black…
Seasons change, Does love?
Here are some of my favourite verses on love.

Listen for the stream that tells you one thing.
Die on this bank.
Begin in me the way of rivers with the sea.
Rumi

He himself aroused longing to become mad in love.
He himself became Laila to steal Majnun's heart.
Himself He wept, himself consoled himself.
0, what a game of love He plays!
What a carefree game He plays!
Himself the lover, He himself is the Beloved.
Here logic and reason have no part to play.
Bullah rejoices in his union with the Beloved.
Why does He create separation now?
What a carefree game He plays!
Bulleh Shah
You've no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right. What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the Ocean.
Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient.
It's no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these.
So- I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.
Rumi
Longing is the core of mystery.
Longing itself brings the cure.
The only rule is, Suffer the pain.
Your desire must be disciplined,
and what you want to happen in time, sacrificed.
Rumi