I treated you the way, I wished for you to treat me. But everytime I was disheartened ,every single time when I tried to reach you ,my hands fall empty through the air.
When i told you that I was fine ….n this didn’t hurt me…..and u believed me. ,You couldn’t catch my lies.(or you don’t want to)
And when I told you ,how hard it’s hurts me and am in pain. You ignored the truth, always choosing the easier way for yourself, making me walk through thorns.
You are my moon ,n am your moonlight. You are my flower garden ,n am your water.
I want you to laugh, to kill all your worries. And I want to love you, n to nourish you.
I revealed my secret to the winds. How can I blame winds for revealing it to the trees…..now the world knows about my love for you.
It’s not the sound of the reed flute ,that soothes your soul. But it’s the sound of the very wood that was hollowed with knives.
Cutted apart from its root, since then it has been making this crying sound…………..in the grief of its seperation from its source. Anything that’s seperated from its source of creation longs to go back.
Fiery,flaming rays of sun,
When reflected by moon,turns cool.
Those scorching rays become ,the overwhelming beauty of moon.
How nature works!!
How love works!!
How magic works!!
But wait….are these all one!
I mistake you as a butterfly , you were just a colourful moth around me.
A needy one ,who picks crumbs from garbage ,thrown as waste by others,,, as like he sits at royal feasts.
Learn love from him
Don’t tell me you are in love unless you are ready to drown in it …..unless you are swallowed by love.
I loved you,though You have destroyed my faith and wasted my patience.
I loved you ,though the scars are still upon my flesh,of your iron hoofs.
I loved you, though your honey was bitter to my mouth.
its blind love that doesn’t knows about the beauty or the ugliness.