A friend wrote to me:
Between a doubt and a word
A love story was lost.
Summers pass, winters cross
Letting innocence stay
Forever as this monsoon night
Devoid of light.
……..
Should I?
I replied to him:
That which comes and goes cannot be love.
But, these are good lines:
Between a doubt and a word
A love story was lost.
They reminded me of these lines of Eliot:
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Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Know Thyself 