Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Do not ask of me, my love,
that love I once had for you...
How lovely you are still, my love,
but I am helpless too;
for the world has sorrows other than love,
and other pleasures, too.
Do not ask of me, my love,
that love I once had for you.


- Faiz Ahmed Faiz (translated from the Urdu)

Been thinking about Goa all day.
The skies and the water and the whiff of pervading inertia.
The sun and the daiquiris and multiple tongues cruising along the waterfront.
The mass of kaleidoscopical humanity and the slow rush of blood.
I'm going back.
Soon...