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




let my poesy moulder in its thirst
for eyes to recognize the beauty
it captures and displays
but let me be their in your memory
till your final breath, felicity.
remember the verses i composed
with you as my muse for only
you were the true who filled my gaps
and my lips will always carry a smile
sorrow sprinkled or of absolute joy
when i think how you caught my teardrops
and when just a brief walk with you
helped me sleep in peace at night
they might remember only my lunacy
and demonic dreams of dire darkness
but you remember my serenity,
my blissful dawns and delightful vespers
they might grasp only my blasphemy
but you remember my heart’s immaculacy,
the loveliness of the gentleman in me
and liveliness of the child in me.

remember the drunken amble to my bed from yours
remember the delicious delicacies we tried together
and tied our hearts at lanes we explored
and wandered with laughter under an angry sun
let them live their illusion of my reflection
but for you I’ve left behind my shadow
in those letters and verses under your name
for with you, all i needed was what i already had.




Thaan Rakha ho kisi ne kuchh Agar to Khuda Khud Madad Karta hai,
Aey Bandey zara si Himmat to kar tu kyun Bekar me Darta hai.

Ek cheenti bhi Gir Gir ke Chadti hai Deewaar pe Baar Baar,
Tu Insaan hokar bhi ek hi bar Girne pe kyun Dam Bharta hai.

kyun Darta hai In Raaston ke Pattharon se Thokar Khaane se tu,
Ki Insaan Sambhalta Tabhi hai Jab Pehle Thokar Khake Girta hai.

Najaane kyun Ghabra Jaate hai Log Dekhkar Zakhmon ko Apney,
Ki Apney Zakhmon ko Dekhne se to Josh-e-Junoon aur Ubharta hai.

kya hua gar Naha Gaya Mehnat se nikle Paseene me Tu Aaj,
Ki Mehnat Ke Paseene me Nahane se to Naseeb aur Nikharta hai.

Meri Mushkilein Khud Pad Jaatin hai Mushkil me dekhkar buland Irade Mere,
Teri Isi Ada pe to Aey ‘Aatif’ Ye Saara Aalam Marta hai.

a Ghazal composed by SABAH UR REHMAN-Aatif


Ghazal Title:-“Achchhey Waqt Ki Khaatir”


Apney Kal Ko sanwaarne ke liye Apna Aaj Bigaadna Padta hai,

Achchhey Waqt ki Khatir Pehle Bura waqt Guzaarna Padta hai.


Yun to Jeeti Jaati hai Jung Koi Jeetne se hi,

par Aksar Badi Jung Jeetne Ke liye Pehle Haarna Padta hai.


Yun hi Nahin Poori Hoti zindagi ki Har Khwaish Kisi ki,

Iske liye Na jaane kaisi kaisi khwaishon ko pehle Maarna Padta hai.


Aisey hi Nahin chadta Kaamyaabi Ki Seedhiyaan Koi,

Iske liye pehle Apney Ghuroor ko Nechey Utaarna Padta hai.


Gar ban rahin ho Rukawat kuchh purani yadein raah me kabhi,

To un Yaadon ke Pannon Ko pehle Phaadna Padta hai.


Yun hi Nahin chhalakta Dard ‘Aatif’ Ki Ghazlon se koi,

Iske liye Pehle KuredKar Zakhmon ko Apney Ubhaarna Padta hai.


a Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-Aatif



 I’ve Always Told You

No, I’m not misunderstanding anything. 
You have always been a free-spirited, 
Straight forward, eloquent, and articulate. 
And I miss that, I’ve always told you.

You always spoke your mind, 
You talked whatever you wanted,
Without thinking who thinks what about you.
And I admire that, I’ve always told you.

So, if you are not saying, ‘I miss you,’ 
What do you expect me to believe? 
I believe you don’t miss me. 
And I distaste that, I’ve always told you.

When I confronted you for being mean to me, 
All you said was, you’re misunderstanding me.
Then, you began giving explanations. 
And I hate that, I’ve always told you.

You can’t expect me to realize on my own, 
If you’re not saying it out loud as you always did,
I think, either you don’t miss me or you’ve changed.
And I realize that, I’ve always told you.

You’ve always been vocal to express love to me,
We had to part ways, but never resented each other,
Then why not to be vocal about missing me?
And I resent that, I’ve always told you.

This means only one thing, you’ve changed.
You’re not the person I fell in love with. 
The distance, the new environment changed you. 
And I believe that, I’ve always told you.

And even if you want to give explanation for that, 
You better keep it to yourself. 
I don’t expect explanations from unknown people.
And I resolve that, I’ve always told you.

Whatever the excuse or explanation you have,
I just want to tell you, I’ve always missed you.
Your place in my life is irreplaceable. 
I know that, you know that, 
And I don’t have to tell you that.




Hi, Dear Reader!!
I am Pratik Kirve From Pune, India. An Avid Reader, Cool-minded Introvert, who always sees the world around him from own point of view & gets lost in his own world! I like daydreaming & believing that it’s possible.
The purpose of my writing is to tell people that they are not alone. There are people who feel the same way you felt when you were going through the same situations I portray in stories and poems. I felt the loneliness for almost a year. And I tried to escape from reality in that period through stories and poetry. So, I started writing personal stories as well as stories of people who have gone through a struggle to give strength to others.
Besides poetry and stories, I like football. I am a huge fan of Manchester United. I love drinking cold coffee. I also love listening to music, especially Eminem and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan



“Fairies Speak about such things”by: “KAE BUCHER” from CALIFORNIA


Fairies Speak about such things

What are heavens made of that some were made to sigh?
And others made to laugh at them and make girls wish to die?
Fairies speak about such things…

Winds of wingless angels watch untouchable girls huddle
Dark clouds shove little girls into ugly mud-bled puddles
Fairies cry about such things…

Wheat colored girls sip rainbows they tie their hair in ribbons
Listen to their pretty songs and follow them to kittens
Fairies forget about such things…

White gold cotton wraps her chocolate colored bliss
She is an evening full of white stars, a cocoa covered kiss
Fairies sing about such things

Dusky Cinderella washes white rice, white veined flowers
Prince Charming picks Black Diamond for his special hour
Fairies sing and dance…. whisper love songs… I grow wings..


my pic

ABOUT KAE BUCHER: She lives in California where she  eavesdrops on mustard seed speeches and sweet pea dreams.  She sees her feet reach like  roots towards  seas where heartbeats… breathe her in… and poetry breathes out.

She was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. She completed her bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where she minored in Christian ministry. She has also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor.

In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, she also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. she has now been writing for over twenty years.




%d bloggers like this: