Jaane kaisa hai safar
Khwaabon ke diye aankhon mein liye
Wahin aa rahe the
Jahan se tumhari sada aa rahi thi
(The day has not set yet, the night has not set in yet,
My favorite sage once told me "better look out" else you won't "see" :-) Caveat: Wannabe poet, so a lot of these posts are just poetic license.
The very act of even looking at his brother was one of reconciliation between these two opposite views of love and frustration, love and anger, and most often love and incomprehension.
From Samantha Harvey's All is Song
The thing was, she’d have the potato cakes with jam, which he found somehow terrible – the clash of sweet and savoury. You wouldn’t have a baked potato with jam, you wouldn’t have mashed potato with jam; it was a type of madness. And so, he thought, I’m better off without her.
From Samantha Harvey's All is Song
She always prided herself on her grammar, but her punctuation displayed mental chaos. She misused and overused colons, and he suddenly thought less of her for that. Commas! Four commas per sentence sometimes, so that he tripped like a blindfolded child through her emotions. How had he ever stood a chance of understanding her?
From Samantha Harvey's All is Song
All that was there had been unused and forgotten for a year and was fairly peripheral to him, but as he folded up those old jumpers and sorted through the shaving foams and obsolete credit cards he felt protective towards himself – we are our peripheries, he thought, we are all these forgotten things. He was disappointed with himself over the sentimentality of the process.
From All is Song by Samantha Harvey
The two men had always slipped into these starched dialogues when the topic became personal. For all their closeness over the years they still didn’t know how to negotiate the extremes of one another, and as soon as the I think became I feel, they faltered, as if they were constrained by the awkward fact that they were human.
From All is Song by Samantha Harvey