Souradeep Majumder

“Our love was born
outside the walls,
in the wind,
in the night,
in the earth,
and that's why the clay and the flower,
the mud and the roots
know your name.”
― Pablo Neruda

“Sonnet LXXXI

And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as a sleeping ember.

No one else, Love, will sleep in my dreams. You will go,
we will go together, over the waters of time.
No one else will travel through the shadows with me,
only you, evergreen, ever sun, ever moon.

Your hands have already opened their delicate fists
and let their soft drifting signs drop away;
your eyes closed like two gray wings, and I move

after, following the folding water you carry, that carries
me away. The night, the world, the wind spin out their destiny.
Without you, I am your dream, only that, and that is all.”
― Pablo Neruda

“This time is difficult, wait for me:
we will live it out vividly.
Give me your small hand:
we will rise and suffer,
we will feel and rejoice.

We are once more the pair
who lived in bristling places,
in harsh nests in the rock.
This time is difficult, wait for me
with a basket, with a shovel,
with your shoes and your clothes.

Now we need each other
not only for the carnations' sake,
not only to look for honey:
we need our hands
to wash with and to make fire,
and so let our difficult time
stand up to infinity
with four hands and four eyes.”
― Pablo Neruda

“In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.”
― Pablo Neruda