Their happiness is also your domain
But if the loved one,
Is no longer there,
How do you keep on living,
Why and Where?
Sad is the white Magnolia,
Flower bloom,
That proudly adorns the tree,
Its green Lagoon,
Sad is the moon in darkened, sky,
That lost the earth, but cannot cry,
Sad is the lonely heart, that feels despair,
That’s lost its way and doesn’t care,
For you, beloved, are not there!
A saddening breeze, Is everywhere.
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Life,
Transit into depression,Having lived it all,Trying to avoid transgressions fromFalling into narrow mental halls.Life,An adventure,Out of our control,The comings, the goingsWhere did I go wrong!The days still sweet in poetry,Though many have passedIn and with melancholy,The memories, hard to take,Solitude is life’s mostTremendous and cruel fake.But love still shines,In a destitute, fallen starWhose light comesFrom…
Yes,
Can be- –Awfully depressingWhen me and me,Will never beYou and me,Not a prettyPictureOf a veryLonely sea
I cannot believe in Love,
I cannot believe in Compassion,While Murder is in fashion,And we hate one another,With such morbid Passion.
You cannot
From self,Nor hate yourself,For loving another.In loveThe attachment isSo bindingly strong!You become,One, Another.In this undeniableFusion,That brings happinessAnd heavenEven closer,Like no other.
There once was a woman
That lived in a Computer.Come rain or come snow.Day or night,There she wasAnd wouldn’t let go.Almost 24hrsJoyfully,Taping those keys,And touching the screen,With finger-print ease.Until one day,The Computer said‘Enough already,I’ve had it up to hereWith your constantTappingAnd chewing my ear’Then dramaticallyCrashed and Died!The woman concernedDid not know what to doAnd very loudly,Screamed and cried,Then called 911Asking…
I want to be
Be more than more,And totally free.But this is justA fantasy,For no one can beTotally free,We are but prisoners,Of our past,Of happy momentsThat did not last,Prisoners of Destiny,When the die is cast,No going back‘Alea iacta, est’‘The bets are in’,A Roman,Whose name was CesarOnce said,Our decisions,Are not always for the best,Not matter how noble,And sincere our quest.So…
In love, aside from sipping the wine of timelessness,
nothing else exists.
There is no reason for living except for giving one’s life.
I said, ‘First I know you, then I die.’
He said, ‘For the one who knows Me, there is no dying.’
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Our remedies oft in ourselves do lieWhich we ascribe to heaven. The fated skyGives us free scope, only doth backward pullOur slow designs when we ourselves are dull.What power is it which mounts my love so high,That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?The mightiest space in fortune nature bringsTo join like likes and…
Do You Love Me?
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Pea Brush – Poem by Robert Frost
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Sonnet 16: But Wherefore Do Not You A Mightier Way by William Shakespeare
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In the prologue to the Masnavi Rumi hailed Love and its sweet madness that heals all infirmities, and he exhorted the reader to burst the bonds to silver and gold to be free. The Beloved is all in all and is only veiled by the lover. Rumi identified the first cause of all things as God and considered all second causes subordinate to that. Human minds recognize the second causes, but only prophets perceive the action of the first cause. One story tells of a clever rabbit who warned the lion about another lion and showed the lion his own image in a well, causing him to attack it and drown. After delivering his companions from the tyrannical lion, the rabbit urges them to engage in the more difficult warfare against their own inward lusts. In a debate between trusting God and human exertion, Rumi quoted the prophet Muhammad as saying, ‘Trust in God, yet tie the camel’s leg.’8 He also mentioned the adage that the worker is the friend of God; so in trusting in providence one need not neglect to use means. Exerting oneself can be giving thanks for God’s blessings; but he asked if fatalism shows gratitude.
When the Light of God illumines the inner person, one is freed from effects and has no need of signs for the assurance of love. Beauty busies itself with a mirror. Since not being is the mirror of being, the wise choose the self-abnegation of not being so that being may be displayed in that…