A Poem Rumi Forgot to Complete

  We all have a dark side.  Whether we acknowledge it or not, doesn't matter. Since the creation of this world, two forces have dominated the world — the good and the bad. From animals to humans, each one of us has some bad and good qualities. In the end, the dominant side wins. But it's not true.  We are continuously entangled in this war of right and wrong. We take one decision that is against something. No matter if it is a bad or good one. We have this story of Abel and Cain . Then we have this saying of " All is fair in love and war ". So, how does it make Cain a bad person? I leave this question to you.  Life as we know it is not simple. It's not complex either. We make it complicated.  Our brain works in such a way that weighs all the pros and cons of a decision. Every decision is a decision against something, as they say in the German series - Dark, we just go with a lesser wrong decision or at least we pretend that we made a good choice.  The...

Imagine, you give your best and still someone very close to you says some brutal words and you just stare at them with the hope that they would realize the impact of those words. I bet this would have happened to you once in a lifetime. We are human beings. Words can break us or make us. Words can make you or break you. This thought compelled me to write our similar experiences. This post is basically for the youth from 20-30 who have not found their purposes and moving in circles for something they truly value. So, the other day I was reading this post where it was mentioned that my image in your mind was different than who I truly was. It goes like you do not the real me. You have created a version of myself in your mind – you judge my actions based on that version. But in reality, that version is misleading.  You cannot judge my actions based on the version of myself in your mind. Are you following me? I don’t think so. Let me simplify this for you. I adopted a cat. You mi...

No, I am not writing any philosophy here. But, you all have thought of a dream life where no pain exists. No heartbreaks, no fake friends only happiness. It would be wrong to say that I have not thought about it. But my idealism  differs from yours. I have always dreamt of a peaceful mind - a mind which does not think about reality. It also avoids ideas.  Let me simplify this for you. We think that people understand us but in reality, it is exactly the opposite. Here too, the realism  is again contradictory to itself. We communicate our feelings very clearly but still, our emotions are left unheard. This whole idea of our existence is an illusion.  What if I tell you that reality exists in your mind, you see the colours of the world do not exist in reality. It is our mind that makes us see those colours. I perceive the colour of the leaves of a tree as green, but for another person, it is yellow or blue or anything.  "I think therefore I am", Descartes  sa...

How do you want to be captured?" you ask.  Don't you know how to capture me? Don't you know the art of being immortalized in words? Haven't you made me a prisoner of your love?  I want to lay on the pages of your diary where you'd put dry flowers. I want to bleed into your ink. I want to be a permanent part of your daily blogs. I want to smell like your hands that leave their scent when you touch my soul.  Baby, imprison me in your thoughts. Cage my whole life in your eyes. Bury me in your heart. Wear me in your skin.  Don't you know I want to be captured by you? And only you.

There is so much to say that my words have gone silent. I cannot express it. I cannot feel it. I cannot make you understand. I cannot. I just can't.  But, my love!  You can hear my silence, can't you? You say you know me. You say you are aware of all the things I have been through. You say it. You say all those sweet words. But my dear, when I dive deep into the darkness, I don't find you there. When I am at my lowest, why I don't find you there?  Why there are only words and no actions? Why do I have to shed my tears alone? Why I don't find you beside me? Why your love is void of emotions? Why can't you feel me?  This contrast in your words and actions makes me realize that I'm hard to love. Hard to assemble. Hard to teach. Hard to comfort. Light can't love darkness. Sadness can't be a friend of happiness. Like that, you can't be me.   My love, I can't make you understand why I love Kafka. Why do I listen to music that rips my heart? Why did...

We both knew this poem would not be finished. It would always remain a piece of incomplete work. But, still we chose to write the first word - love - for the poem of our lives. The first word that would change our lives forever. The first word that would mean more than the last. The first word that we wrote with our souls. The first word that we would always remember. But we never thought about finishing that poem because the endings were not always beautiful. We were afraid that completing this poem would ruin its beauty, weren't we? It was never meant to be a complete piece of art. It was broken, incomprehensible, unfinished, and a little ruthless like our love. It was like a wanderer in the forest. It resembled the journey of gipsies. It was a pearl, lost in the mighty ocean, waiting for its turn to be found. But that unfinished poem carried our memories. The moments that we shared, the days that were spent in search of a perfect ending, the nights that we almost found a finishi...