I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You – Poem by Pablo Neruda

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You 


I do not love you except because I love you; 
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love; 
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. 

by: Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me – Poem by Pablo Neruda

“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 
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, 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 

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. 

by: Pablo Neruda

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“LAST TIME I SAW YOU”by a Guest Poet-Jillian Joyce of Scotland

“Last Time I Saw You”

You lived on Bank Street

third floor, top left –

I remember the door,

holding my breath,

as it opened

and you’d appear

with a book in your hand,

a cutting remark

on the tip of your tongue.

Naked one time;

still slippy

from the water I could hear gurgling in the drain.


Your flatmate watching as I

slip awkwardly from your grasp,

face blank as stone

while we play stoner games

I keep winning;

laughing all the way back out your door.


Later you drag me to a café

with your new and far more suitable girlfriend.

She and I studiously avoid each other’s gaze

( thanking god for the hangers-on who are tripping balls, Man)

me, because she is so much prettier than I:

her, because she is so far above me 

she might be riding on a cloud.


I watch her flawless mouth

sip bitter expresso,

marble with anxiety

over who will be next?

(You have already jokingly informed me

you are working very hard on one of her friends.)


The urge to gorge on the pain of others

flows strong along old Bavarian waterways.

The forests around familiar towns

are filling up with graves.

In another life

where painful truths

coexist with uneasy truce,

I tried to tell you, last time I saw you.

‘You frighten me,’

I said, (or words to that effect)

‘With your appetites and your disregard for the rest of the human race,’

but you just laughed and rolled over and went back to sleep

by: Jillian Joyce

Biography of the Author:

Jillian Joyce lives in Glasgow in Scotland which is always an interesting place to be. She has been writing for as long as she can remember – documenting, exaggerating and plain old fibbing (or fiction writing, as we call it) about her experiences on this far-flung little piece of the (current) UK. Her work has appeared in print and online magazines including Flashquake, Firstwriter and Cutting teeth and her poem ‘Remnants of a Catholic girlhood’ can be found in the 2016 GWL anthology ‘Mixing the Colours: women speaking about sectarianism’

see her work on WOMEN’S LIBRARY

A Very Romantic poetry:-“HAN YE MOHABBAT HAI” (YES IT IS LOVE)


         Hota hai Jab Zikra-e-Mohabbat to Naam Zehan me Tera Aata hai, 
        Mohabbat Mayne Sirf Tu hai Mujhe To bas Inta Samajh Aata hai .

        Main khud bhi Aazma Leta hun Apni Mohabbat ki Dewangi Kabhi,
        Ki band Karun Jaise hi Aankhen To Chehra Tera Nazar Aata hai.

        Hai Mujhko is Baat ka Ahsaas ki Maujood nahi hai Paas Tu mere,    
        To Phir Pehlu me Baitha ho Tu Jaise dil ye Kyun Ahsaas Karata hai.

        Mar Jaaye Jo Kisi ki Yaad Me Usey Deewaana Kahte Hain Log,
        To Phir Marey Jo Har Lamha Kisi ke Liye Wo Kya Kahlaata hai.

        Chahey Laakh Khafa Rahun Tujhse Main Teri Kisi Baat Se Lekin,
        Dekhta Hun Jaise hi Soorat Teri To Phir Pyaar Aa Jaata hai.

        Peeye Itne Ashq Teri Aankhon Se Maine Ki ab To Ye Aalam hai,
        Ki Udhar Jab Roti Tu hai To Idhar ‘Aatif’ Aansun Bahaata hai.

      A Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-‘Aatif’




Teri Aankhen Bhula Detin hain Mujhe Zindagi ke Saare Gham,

Jaise Laga detin hon Ye Mere Puraane  Zakhmon  pe  Marham.


Udhar  Jaate  Hain Log  Nashe  Ki  Firaaq me  Maikhaane  me,

Idhar Dekh  ke Aankhen Teri  Nashe Me Jhoom Lete hain hum.


Na  Mila  yun Nazrein Apni  Sharbati  Aankhon  se Tu Mujh se,

Ki Tera yun Nazrein Milaana dhaata hai  Mujhpe Kitne  Sitam.


Gar  Naapa Jaaye  Samandar Aur Teri Aankhon ki Gahraai ko,

To  hai  Daava Mera ki  Samandar  Ki  Gahraai  Niklegi  Kam.


Nahi  Khaata Apni  Sabse  Pyaari Cheez  Ki Jhooti  Qasam  koi,

To Karta hun Waada Wafa Ka Khake Teri  Aankhon ki Qasam.


Chahey ‘Aatif’ Khuda se Ki Aakhri Waqt Mohlat Miley bas Itni,

Ki Choom Sakun Aankhen Teri Taki Aaraam se Nikle Mera Dam.



Romantic Ghazal###”KAASH”###

My new Ghazal —> “KAASH…..” (a Romantic Ghazal)

Kaash Aisa Ho jaye Ki sochun Tujhe aur Tu Qareeb Aa Jaaye,
Aur phir bataun Tujhe ki Kaise Maine Tere Baghair Din Bitaaye.

Kaash Tujh se Judaai Ka Dard Kuchh Is Tarah se Bahar Aaaye,
Ki Ro Sakun Main Sukoon Se Kaandhey Pe Tere Sar Jhukaaye.

Kaash Kholun Jab Aankh Har Subah To Saamne Tu Nazar Aaye,
Jaanta hun Ye Mumkin Nahi Par Is Dil ko Kaun Samjhaaye.

Kaash Meri Ye Tamanna bhi bahut Jald hi Poori Ho jaaye,
Ki Phailin Hon Baahein Meri aur Tu Aake Isme Sama Jaaye.

Kaash Mere Jism Par Pade Zakhm Kuch is Tarah Bhar Jaayein,
Ki Choomti Rahe Tu Mujhe Aur Mere Zakhm Bhartey Jaayein.

Kaash De Hisaab Taqdeer un Tamaam Aansuon Ka Mujhe,
Jo Tujhe Paane Ki Tadap Me Maine Raat-Din Bahaaye.

Kaash Tere Liye Mere Dard ko dekh Khuda bhi Poochhe ek din,
Ki Aey ‘Aatif’ Kisi Ke Liye Itna Dard Tum kahan se Laaye?

a Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-“Aatif”