It feels like it's been awhile.. how amusing. Today was an awfully long day, and though awfully long, there's so many things I have to be thankful to God for.. like the food on my plate - somewhere in this world, near or far, there's someone else my age suffering from starvation. Or the safety of my friends - there's nothing else I would've wished for other than their safe return home from the super late night study session. Or the fact that we're all trying our best to make our ramadhan as fruitful together. Or even the fact that some new friendships are forged. I am glad to be here, safe, sound and alive. (I know i sound like some freaking inspirational book or hippie or something, but sometimes we honestly just forget.) I'm so tired though, but happy. BUT TIRED. heeee.

Anyways, I forgot to post a poem up on monday! So I'll post two today!

My first favourite love poem. Like I pine, I perish, I burn just reading it. Or being read to.

XVII by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


Its just so, oh gosh. And remember to read through the run-on-lines. For those who don't take lit, just read the sentences in each paragraph as you would a normal sentence - from Start to the next comma or full stop! Then you might see what I saw.

Now another one. You may or may not be familiar with it... Fistpumps goes to the one who can recognise it!!!!!
i carry your heart with me By E.E Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


If you think that these are beautiful, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

<3

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