Portrait of Pablo Neruda (Credit: Thumbnail by TedEd) A slightly remix version by Meera who hopes that she would be forgiven for this light streak of leisure indulgence by Neruda fans. This is her pursuit of making the poem talk to her along with escaping the theme of death and life which provokes her too harshly. I like for you to be still. It is as though you are absent And you hear me from far away And my voice does not touch you It seems as though your eyes had flown away I have loved the music of your lips. The beat of your steps, the melodies of your heart, the air of your presence, the rustle of your papers, the ping of your texts. Your charismatically splashing aura still arbitrarily synchronizes with the wind, every now and then. I loved it so much as to be overwhelmed with greed. I loved all of it so much as to be maddened by withdrawal. You exist but still. And how I now like you to be still too. Still, cold, distant, and yet a butterfly of dream And you are...
Where wars are Satyagrahs and love has kohl eye (is not blind).