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I Will Meet You There

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“Out beyond ideasof wrongdoing and right doing,there is a field.I’ll meet you there.” – Rumi  Advertisements

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From Himachal Pradesh,India. Recent architecture graduate from Wellesley College,USA. Currently working at an architecture firm in Boston. I am new to wordpress so I would love to get your suggestions on how to improve my work.

In exploration of various creative platforms to release my emotional excess.

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I will meet you yet again

I will meet you yet again
How and where? I know not.
Perhaps I will become a
figment of your imagination
and maybe, spreading myself
in a mysterious line
on your canvas,
I will keep gazing at you.

Perhaps I will become a ray
of sunshine, to be
embraced by your colours.
I will paint myself on your canvas
I know not how and where –
but I will meet you for sure.

Maybe I will turn into a spring,
and rub the foaming
drops of water on your body,
and rest my coolness on
your burning chest.
I know nothing else
but that this life
will walk along with me.

When the body perishes,
all perishes;
but the threads of memory
are woven with enduring specks.
I will pick these particles,
weave the threads,
and I will meet you yet again.

-Amrita Pritam.

(Translated by Nirupama Dutt and published in The Little Magazine2005)

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