This poem is something I adored, reading Shantaram. So many places I felt like the author was speaking my dialogues.
To make sure none followed where you led
I used my hair to cover our tracks
Sun set on the islan of our bed
night rose
eating echoes
and we were beached there, in tangles of flicker,
candles whispering at our driftwood backs.
Your eyes above me
afraid of the promises I might keep
regretting the truth we did say
less than the lies we didnt,
I went in deep, I went in deep
to fight the past for you.
Now we both know
sorrows are the seeds of loving.
Now we both know I will live and
I will die for this love.
Also these words attracted me,
Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that's all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that's all we have - to hold on tight until the dawn.
