A thought of us is all divine
Open wide sky ,sun-kissed and revive
the beautiful terrace and Clinking of glasses,
Tables of the bar and chairs of the restaurants.
the vacant alevators and hand in hand.
mirrors of the hotel and images of us.
The road trips and the waterfalls.
It’s so fascinating when I dream of us.
desires of watching Effiel tower and the dawn on the beach.
Imagination of things and dreams so live in heart of each.
High on love but low in fate.
Being so far but still so near.
Unforgettable eyes, remains so clear
Whenever I think of us I think of love.
Rare is the soul who holds my heart. It’s difficult to find again that space. Love at It’s best and eyes are somewhat holding me back all tight.
Rare is the heart which can be felt. Everything is there but meaningless when one is not there. It’s your presence in me which will b always there no matter what else changes me.
Rare is the feelings which makes us happy. A good felt feelings and emotions always rest in heart as a pearl in the seabed.
After you everything is just a drama .
Everything worthwhile in Life is won through surmounting the associated negative experience.
Any attempt to escape the negative, to avoid it or quash it or silence it, only backfires.
The avoidance of suffering is a form of suffering.
The avoidance of struggle is a struggle.
The denial of failure is a failure.
Hiding what is shameful is itself a form of shame.
Pain is an inextricable thread in the fabric of life, and to tear it out is not only impossible, but destructive: attempting to tear it out unravels everything else with it. To try to avoid pain is to give too many damns about pain.
In contrast if you’re able to give a damn about the pain, you become unstoppable.
Neither your room nor my terrace
Not on the phone call or even not on the text messages
It’s a place where we meet in our minds, in our imagination
You Being there and m being here
We create and feel the third place somewhere
No need to be present infront of each other
Its a presence of yours in my mind in, my heart
Its a feeling not of touch but of emotions
Your tears and my sobbings
Your laugh and my smile
Your thoughts and my thinkings
Your love and my wantness
All meet often in that third place
Without exchanging the sip of the cup
And without seeing into each others eyes
Without holding hands
No expressions
No sayings
Not even dreams share
Still “We” share everything on that third place.
Its so cruel existence
Agony of skin and sin beneath
Breath so cold as dieing
Heart gasps for life
Wrecked like nothing
Nothing rest like mine
Seeing everything on edges
its gonna fall
Far away out of sight
This life Is so cruel
That even I couldn’t hold for while
Can we ever be able to summerise
All over life on whole?
