Tuesday, July 05, 2011

1525 : Playing on ad nauseam in my cranium’s playlist

From Agha Shahid Ali’s collection of poems….

There is nothing to forgive. You won’t forgive me.
I hid my pain even from myself; I revealed my pain
only to myself.

There is everything to forgive. You can’t forgive me.
If only somehow you could have been mine,
What would not have been possible in the world?

These lines are going on and on in my head like an Orange Clockwork.

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