Days of bliss

We all are human beings and are moved more than anything else by humane feelings. Our heart has a direct connection to our faculty of senses wherein we experience each and every feeling around us. Quite often, we have those wonder feels of inexplicable moments of abandon gaiety, but how often?
May be a few minutes, may be a few hours. But definitely not more than a few days. Days when you first experienced an eternal joy emanating from your unknown side. This thing finds petinence in the movie 'Bluffmaster', when 'Boman Irani' lists out those countable days of bliss. When you started reading, when you topped the class rankings, when India won numerable cricket matches, when you fell in love with the girl of your dreams and when you touched a girl for the first time. The effusiveness of those times are hard to indite.
It gets upon us then how to extend those bilssful days into eternity. But it is hard to get happiness if one goes around seeking happiness, instead of seeking life. Yes indeed, 'life is happiness' if one lives with it every day, every moment. Let mirth be the metaphor and sorrow the sarcasm of our life. Then only we will be able to truly experience the life in our years and not years in our life.

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
towards those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgetten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

---- Pablo Neruda