"Someone Like You" By so charming Adele

I heard that you're settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I begged
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead, "
Yeah

You'd know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised
In a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I begged
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."
Yeah

Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Don't forget me, I begged
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I begged
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead."

work without hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair -
The bees are stirring -birds are on the wing -
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.

Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Isolation: To Marguerite by Matthew Arnold

We were apart; yet, day by day,
I bade my heart more constant be.
I bade it keep the world away,
And grow a home for only thee;
Nor fear'd but thy love likewise grew,
Like mine, each day, more tried, more true.

The fault was grave! I might have known,
What far too soon, alas! I learn'd—
The heart can bind itself alone,
And faith may oft be unreturn'd.
Self-sway'd our feelings ebb and swell—
Thou lov'st no more;—Farewell! Farewell!

Farewell!—and thou, thou lonely heart,
Which never yet without remorse
Even for a moment didst depart
From thy remote and spherèd course
To haunt the place where passions reign—
Back to thy solitude again!

Back! with the conscious thrill of shame
Which Luna felt, that summer-night,
Flash through her pure immortal frame,
When she forsook the starry height
To hang over Endymion's sleep
Upon the pine-grown Latmian steep.

Yet she, chaste queen, had never proved
How vain a thing is mortal love,
Wandering in Heaven, far removed.
But thou hast long had place to prove
This truth—to prove, and make thine own:
"Thou hast been, shalt be, art, alone."

Or, if not quite alone, yet they
Which touch thee are unmating things—
Ocean and clouds and night and day;
Lorn autumns and triumphant springs;
And life, and others' joy and pain,
And love, if love, of happier men.

Of happier men—for they, at least,
Have dream'd two human hearts might blend
In one, and were through faith released
From isolation without end
Prolong'd; nor knew, although not less
Alone than thou, their loneliness.

If you forget me By Pablo neruda

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
toward 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 forgotten 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.

Happy birthday, My dear. Nov 8, 2011

My November Guest- Robert Frost My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She's glad the birds are gone away, She's glad her simple worsted grey Is silver now with clinging mist. The desolate, deserted trees, The faded earth, the heavy sky, The beauties she so truly sees, She thinks I have no eye for these, And vexes me for reason why. Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow, But it were vain to tell her so, And they are better for her praise

9/11

National Geography is 'celebrating' 9/11 today with an 'appropriate' title. 10 Years of Osama's terror. all day today.
Title put me in thought . whether it is a continuous terror for 10 years or just 10th anniversary of terror. If it is the first one, Just for a curiosity, what title Nat geo would select for Iraq, Libya.. if they are to make an episode of ongoing terrors in these countries!.
Indians, Muslims, americans, japanese, australians... Nat Geo interviewed a spectrum of people from different cultures who all unite in the saddest moments of the greatest country. hurtening to see the crying mom, wife, old dad... of those died.
But! why India is so numb. We struck again and again. and still our worries are undermined. # years before when mumbai got under the clenches of terrorrists, I remember i was to return to kolkata after a neck surgery. On the way to Airport, taxiwala commented, " madam, pouchega ki nahi, iska koi thikhana nahi hai.." But mumbaikars were all on move. i reached airport safely. After boarding Flight, it got delayed for 1 hr for unknown reasons. technical delays .. air hostess claimed. May be the attitude of that beautiful lady, that people did not shout for the delay and waited patiently. we saw through the window that the Commandos were taken in to helicopters for a strike. that was in fact the technical delay. The person sitting behind me, [i could not see him properly as my throat was aching and was unable to move my head.] were on phone continuously till the flight took off saying how thankful he was to God. and to someone else he ordered,'2 ghantein mein pouchega. badiya ghana bana dena, socha nahi aur kuch kha paoonga..' he was one of the survivor of the terror attack, a lawyer from kolkata. arriving on Kolkata airport, Media people were waiting to get any details of the attack.
The fears and worries have gone in a day or two. We are leaning back and seeing the fluctuations in Gold price. Kasab is breathing easily still..
Voice raise in Tamilnnadu to realease the Assassinators of Rajiv gandhi and we heard Omar abdulla speaking for Afzal Guru... are we awake? what is this happening?
terrors, terrorirsts, corruption poverty pollution are taking ride on one side and on other we are fighting among ourselves. Bengali, Non Bengali, hindustani, south indian!!! Do we deserve to stay together as one country??
for our decades long sufferings if we feel at least 10% of that americans feel for their 10 year terror, we will progress much more as Indians.
Jai Hind

বাংলা ব্লগ

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हूं इतना वीर की पापड़ भी तोड़ सकता हूं
जो गुस्सा आये तो कागज मरोड़ सकता हूं

अपनी टांगो से जो जोर लगाया मैंने
बस एक लात में पिल्ले को रुलाया मैंने

मेरी हिम्मत का नमूना कि जब भी चाहता हूं
रुस्तम ऐ हिंद को सपने में पीट आता हूं

एक बार गधे ने जो मुझको उकसाया
उसके हिस्से की घास छीनकर मैं खा आया

अपनी ताकत के झंडे यूं मैंने गाड़े हैं
मरे चूहों के सर के बाल भी उखाड़े हैं

जब अपनी जान हथेली पे मैं लेता हूं
हर आतंकी की निंदा मैं कर देता हूं

- भारतीय नेता

a missing link

just wondering about the associations.. my world of associations diminishes faster than ever before.
hand written letters and greeting cards are forgotten long before. friends are found lost, again found through the magical powers of internet. No fun in keeping an emotional search for old friends in mind and when you find them back..' Hi Buddy, in which city u r in?. Listen, I got a call from office C Ya bye. " now no mood to keep in touch with anyone. no temples to pray, no movies to watch,[ hey.. tell u a secret, Have got many mountains to climb Yet. :-)] no steps to dance, no songs to sing. I have gone even far from my siblings. don't want to be a part of their 'paribhavangal' again.
Is there anything left to hold on?.... Yes! that is Google! the relation with google is growing faster. anything form acne remedy to Prathaman recipe, ask Google. steps for surya namaskar to route map for satopanth-- it is Google who comes for help. Finger grip rule to Hall effect.. it is google who help. amma says 'Molu, see in guglee (as she pronounces it) when is suryodayam and asthamanam'.And of course, thanks Google, i got my friend back through you. [And to my friend, Promise! shall never poke you again since i am no more wanted, and shall remain a silent onlooker.]
Staying away from internet makes a discomfort-- if we need to search something?? another long term association, unnoticed but strong is growing here. But under the grips of google we loose many things -- the capability to remember, imagine, analyse....

"Mamma when is Dad coming back". "Search in Google, Baby."

i found this page back. the unsaid and unwrittens to be heard again

i am in search of my long lost friend.......