A Poem Rumi Forgot to Complete

Have you ever thought how wonderful one-sided love is? It is like the sun rises, grows slowly during the day and when it sets, brings the gloomy clouds of loneliness. Like the moon's phases, the crescent that gives you hope that they will realize your worth. Your efforts suddenly waning down when you're not even appreciated at your full moon phase. It is like a cold breeze, suddenly touching your hair and face, making you realize their presence.  It is like the sky, often blue, sometimes lilac and grey. It is like the rain, with each falling drop, you crave for them but suddenly stop yourself knowing it's just a thunderstorm. It is like a rose, beautiful with a sweet fragrance but dies slowly.  It is like the stars, far far away but still makes you smile on a random Sunday night. It is an emotion, a feeling, that can't be described in words.  It hurts, it makes you happy, it gives you anxiety, it gives you chill but at the same time, it is something that makes you bette

I'll let you go my love, If that's what you want, I'll let you go, one day,  When the sun sets in the East, When there is a white sky, When the moon stops revolving around the earth,  When there is no longer revolving of the planets, When the sun's rays don't reach Earth,  When there is not a single star in the sky,  When astronomy fails,  When the planets collide,  When the nights are white,  When the days are dark, I'll let you go. When there is no rain, no snow, no winter, no summer,  When the weather does not change,  When the climate is constant,  When the heatwaves turn into something pleasant,  When there is no global warming,  When the environment is pure and clean,   When there is no concept of red and green, When the birds do not tweet,  When the UV rays don't kill,  When the Sun stops rising,  I'll let you go! When the flowers stop blossoming,  When there is no fragrance, When the butterflies stop chasing beauty,  When the gardens are no longe

 Have you ever seen the face of a person who has lost everything?  Perhaps, you haven't.  And I pray you may never see it. You know I tried. By God, I did my best.  But we can't make them sane, we never will.  With age, comes maturity, they say.  With responsibility, comes maturity. I don't agree with any of these notions.  No one can do it except God.  Sanity comes to whomever He wishes.  Responsibility comes to whomever He wishes.  And I am done.  I have burnt all my desires to ashes.  I have lost my soul. And I have no desire to get it back.  If you ever wish to see a person who's lost everything,  Just meet me in the middle of nowhere. 

 And then ...   There must be something missing - a void - for it is necessary.  The melancholy of man  can't  be described  by someone who has fulfilled all his desires. The grief, the emptiness, the bleakness is nothing but an artist's perspective. All those great  artists,  the world has ever  produced,  had to go through something ineffable. What if there was no pain? What if there was no grief? What if there was no sadness? Don't you think how empty the world could have been?  The darkness of life makes a man ponder over everything.  I know,  I know it is absurd, I know life has no meaning, everything is meaningless, there is no purpose of life  and  we are lost because we are trying to make sense of  everything,  when there is nothing but an infinite despair. Every decision is a decision against something else. You step into the shoes of rebellion and leave the conformist behaviour. But, then again, what is the point? Be a rebel, be a conformist, but for what? For who

I died today. Or yesterday or maybe that day when I realized nothing made sense anymore. But I died. How  did I  die? I don't know.  But,  why  did I  die?  Sigh. The list is long , don't you think?   Maybe,  your words killed me.  Maybe,  that day, you said something that pierced into my ears, tearing my eardrums  apart,  and losing my hearing abilities.  Or maybe, that  day,  when father showed his disappointment in me, making me feel like a cockroach - naah, not a cockroach but something more disgusting, like an insect who  cannot  do anything except be a burden on others.  Or  maybe,  that  day,  when my mother scolded me for being too needy, killing all my emotions, feelings, and passions.  Oh, no  honey . I couldn't die possibly because of these things.  I was  tougher  than that.  Then what killed me? Now, when I recall, I don't remember the exact day or time or reason that might have killed me.  Perhaps,  that day, when you left me alone in this world, leaving m

You guys ask if I have forgotten about my blog. Absolutely Not! But something has happened - life! Life happened! This morning, I was thinking about the topic for today's blog but couldn't find one. Isn't it strange?  You want to write about your thoughts  but   you  just  can't find the right words,  the right  emotions, and all that.   You are feeling everything , deep  down  you  know what you want to write about, what you need to communicate about  but  you  just  can't make people see it the way you see it.  This  leads me to another  thing,  the people!  This week has made me realize the importance of people. People are so freaking necessary  but  not all people. People with whom you can share your pain, who speak your language, who don't need words to know what  are you  thinking, who can be with you in the darkest moments of your life.  I  don't agree  with the notion that happiness multiplies when shared.  It doesn't  but  I  do  agree with the