But let the Fire stay Alight..

Heya all, here’s a double-treat for all dear kindred Minervan souls. And, of course, to remind yours truly to be grateful, for all that’s come my way, thus far.
Take care & Wishes always, minerva*

Via 3 Quarks Daily:

I Want Your Hand

By Rati Amaghlobeli

I want your hand to be placed on my heart, and come,
I want the palm of your hand on my heart, for it to be placed on me.
Before you come I shall light a fire and I shall await
Your coming patiently. I want the big fire

To be alight all night, and voices in the silence of this fire
To be heard only as we once heard the sound of the sea,
For your shoulder, hand, arm to be put on my heart,
And for the fire to be alight.

Let it snow outside, let’s not remember anyone outside.
Let the town fall into a heavy sleep, let the town sleep,
Let fathers, brothers sleep sweetly and bitterly.
Let every place, space and area be covered in white snow.

Let factories, stations, the airport sleep in peace,
Let the sky too rest in sleep, let there be no flying,
Let the yard dogs, the tramp, the bird on the wire
Be overcome by slumber, let everything surrender to slow

Sleep and peace. But let me hold your weak
And white hand the whole night and have it on my heart.
Let for a moment an unknown god stop by our windows,
And let us too go to sleep, but let the fire stay alight.

And, before I take my leave – for now, a beloved gem from dear A.R.Rahman’s March 30th Concert (Delhi). A Big Hug of Thanks to dear Aiz for sending the first video that allowed for yours truly’s chancing upon ’tis lovely wayside shrine of nectarine blossoms. Enjoy & take care, all!

Classic ballads composed by dear A.R.Rahman
~ and performed by the nectarine-voiced one himself, dear Harisaab,
with dear ladies Chitra & Sadhna Sargam.

Absolutely love the dear saab’s lovely ‘lil impromptu classical (Indian) training-prelude to the entire (and rocking!) audience, before the evergreen Ay Hairathe. Deliciously classic gems!

For more videos of A.R.Rahman’s March 30 Concert: *Here*

And *Aiz dear, inspired by your post: Humbly, yours truly..

* On the Minervan airwaves of late: Been awhile since yours truly’s managed to wrest time aside for these pursuits of love, so there, again: Waqt Par Bolna, by dear Harisaab. Nectarine gems, of course.