'Sonnet 40'
By William Shakespeare
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all:
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call—
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed if thou this self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robb’ry, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes.
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SONNET 40 BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR
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And baby, I hate to say it― Marilyn Monroe
“This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soulmate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.”
― Marilyn Monroe
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Classics: I do not love you except because I love you by Pablo Neruda
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.
The Forgotten Track, Part-1
Life does not go the way we had expected. Everyone wants to live their dream life and
they work hard day and night for achieving everything that gives them all
happiness of the world. He also expected much more from himself and his life.
Last Friday, he fired from his job for constantly coming late in the office and
not completing an important assignment. He doesn't reach his house that evening
neither at any other relative’s place. Instead he chose to be at a 5 star
lounge bar so that he can celebrate all his failures from job to soul mate. He
could cry as much as he can, shout as loud as he can, nobody will hear him or
soothe him. He didn't know why everything was happening with him. With each
glass of alcohol he was galloping the more he thinks about that ugly truth of
his life and family-his wife. The so called family where she doesn't care to
talk him about his life or anything else that makes him feels good. They were
not talking to each other for last 2 months but living at same place. She was
living there on an agreement between them for not interfering in each other’s
life. He agreed maybe he might thought that all the love that is lost might
develop between them again. He remembers how she started coming late in the
night or not coming at all. He even was not allowed to ask the reason for anything.
He was not living but dying every day….
...to be continued.
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Short Story-The Unexpected Proposal
As I switched on my phone, cluster of messages started
attacking my phone.
23 messages received!
These all messages were from a single person, Vaibhav. I
just landed at Agra after having a decent business trip in Singapore. He was
going to marry today and he wanted me with him at any cost. Actually that
business trip was not planned but it was an emergency and I have to cope with
that. As I was about to reply him, my mobile screen blushed
Vaibhav Calling!
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ARE YOU HAPPY?
He has lived so long because of her, without her. Promises are to keep and he is determined just for her to live in any situation without her. He also promised himself to be loyal to her in every moment of life.
Even destiny play mysterious games yet pleasant. After eleven years of separation, both met accidently in a mall. They never thought of meeting again even in their bad dreams, but destiny bring back to face each other. They once made infinite promises with each other, the last one was that they’ll never meet again in this life and will remain happy in their own world. She was with her husband and kids who were waiting for her down in the parking. After they met their gaze, there was dead silence all around. Both were facing each other with blank faces with no emotions, no greetings. NOTHING. Someone had to break the silence and she finally asked about his life and his family. A long ago, He also made a promise that he can thought of any girl in his life would be only she and no one else, but she might forget that too. A tear tickled from his eyes but said nothing. But he said everything without saying a word and made her understand everything clearly and there was dead silence again. He wanted to ask how her life treated her after him but he didn’t. He did not let the past ruin her present life. After moments of dead silence, he looked into her eyes and breaks the silence with a question, “Are You Happy?”
Everything seemed dazzling to her. A million tears rolled down to her cheeks from her eyes. She wanted to say something in reply but her throat was chocked. As she was putting more pressure on her throat, more tears flowed from her eyes but no voice. At last, she left without saying a single word leaving a pond of tears behind making him understand everything.
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BECAUSE TIME HAS CHANGED…
Yes, nothing change but only time and it changed everything. Someone has rightly said that time is very powerful. I am the same ‘me’ and she is the same ‘her’. Yeah somewhat a little change in body physique and its natural because at that time we entered in teen age and now we are close to the finishing line of teen age. But except this everything is same. The same smiley face always ready to laugh even on silly things. The long black hairs with golden shade like unwanted plants between desired ones, her talking sense, her naughtiness, her craziness…everything is same.
The only thing that changed is time. She laughs but not on my silly things, she talks in the same way but not with me, she is still naughty but no longer mischievous with me, she is still crazy but not for me.
Although not intentionally but I have spoiled her, hurt her…it’s true. How you can ignore someone when everything is alright between you. How can you ignore someone who blindly trusts on you? How can you stop talking to a person whom you want to listen all the time without any reason? How can you be so rude to a person who is always sweet for you? How can you stop making call to a person who is endlessly waiting to hear you?
But that was not intentional. It was just the odd time that made differences between me and her. Believe me I am not guilty…still it causing the feeling of guilt inside me.
But I am guiltless….trust me. It’s just the bloody time that has changed.
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