linked lives

Hina sent this poem yesterday...at first glance the theme is very typical of Hollywood/Bollywood rom coms, but careful reading reveals the sharpness and craft in its writing. Either ways, it somehow connected. Here is it....

Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where could they have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving doorface to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet readyto change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were signs, indications,undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on waking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.

Did I do this????

A few days ago, while organizing my drawer, I came across an old greeting card. Opened it. There was nothing written inside. I was quite puzzled and then it came back to me....I had once actually written a letter to a loved one where I had copied the lines faithfully from this card I had found in a shop!! Eeks! More eeks is the actual wording, which no doubt had left me in tears then. One has to admit though, it has quite a style and is a very "nice" letter. Ya, even then, eeks.

I had always thought
we could work things out.
I believed love would conquer all,
and we would
eventually live "happily ever after".
But I was wrong.
Sometimes caring too much hurts,
and the only way
to make the hurting stop
is to say good bye.

It isn't that I don't love you anymore,
I probably will
for a long, long time.
But, you see, I finally realised
only make believe people live in fairy tales,
where all endings are happy.

You and I are real,
living in a real world,
and it looks we're not going to make it.
I guess all that's really left
is to say good bye.