❤️Oh, the sea!
Oh, the sea! You are so pretty,
beautiful from a far distance.
People love you.
I am, too, dreaming
of loving you, like others.
…
That is nothing else
but warnings for lovers.
No love is there but death.
That means omitting
my dream..
Is that possible?..
—👇
❤️My only lover
Oh,my..eternal being(God),
are you now thinking about me?
How else will I spend time
without..my only lover,
if I lose her from
annexing her in divine..?
..involving whole
things are willingly creating
a great eternal love within me
in favor of her,no doubt👇
—Jenifer!
Oh, love within me only for her,
will you never discover me, to get to see?
In this younger age, I am burning.
I am still burning for her.
I highly hid myself
as I would only love her.
You, my only eternal being (God),
whom you showed to me, has
no…👇❤️
—Conscience!
I seek into heart to heart at everyone's door,
the mate of consciousness, the pre-pair of creation.
From her, I will get eternal youth,
purity, individual arrangement of beauty.
What is all written on the forehead?
In devoting myself to deep meditation,
..👇
—“Survival!”
When the lover starts
going away, then, love means,
despite being huge
in ability, being the self
from tiny to tiniest.
In expectation of her return,
to save the self, the sense
of the lover circles repeatedly
around the self-mind.
Sometimes the sense
of ...👇—❤️
“My Liberation?”
Why again My Birthday
doesn’t want to be spent with joy.
Now, is it for me to fall in love?
I’m still spending time loving her.
The meaning of pain in hope
to get her doesn’t seek me now.
Now it doesn’t speak to me.
Now it doesn’t ask me for her…
—👇❤️❤️
—“To be, love her!”
I, too, loved someone.
I saw her, too.
I was impressed, too.
That was true about her.
My soul instantly
wished to only love her.
I wanted to stop
my soul from loving her.
But my soul was
destined only for her.
I heard many high
praises of her….👇🌹
—My path!
A usual soul can’t speak.
But my soul is
directly connected to
my eternal being.
Therefore, through me
the Being is able
to speak, and told me.
She would come here.
….My path
is still waiting for her..
That means, like me,
my path still loves her, too..👇
—This is my poem!
You are, so I used to
see you there very often.
I used to see you,
&, to my eternal being,
I used to reveal
my wishes. To have you
in my life,I used
to express myself.
I know you love my
words (written works),too.
But to be mine,
maybe,that was not
enough..👇
Is she still for me?
My eternal being
told me today
to look at her
I was deeply in full sadness
I looked at a
photograph of her
Her face in a blink
removed all my sadness
This was a well-
wishing sympathy/help
for me by the being,
yet the only being is
silent to make her mine..
—An inmate of my love!
For the sake of my
eternal being, I loved her.
Blindly, for the being,
I still love her.
Now, she has permanently
become only a forever
inmate of my heart.
I saw her appearance.
I heard her voices.
I saw some of her behavior,
and the clothes she wore..👇
—I am a winner!
You know the eternal
mind of my eternal soul.
But,you didn't know me yet.
You can't divide me
between my body
and my eternal being.
In my form, I am a prisoner.
In my name,
both of me are prisoners.
Both of me are mine.
..
I knew. You are the best
than what I..👇
-I'm a loser without you!"
Don't call me to get up,
because eternally you're only
my lover in my sense
In reality, that may
not fill up for me. But
I still wish to have you.
Destiny often cuts my desire.
I am hopeless.
I feel, I'm a loser. Time is
going to pass over both..👇
—A Value!
A few days ago,
her birthday had gone.
To her,on the day,
I wanted to write something.
My sky,through her,
again I got back my soul
that lost into eternal
emptiness,to love her.
..
I understood only the
best humanity after her.
That’s a divine work,
too, along with..👇
—“A realization!”(a fairy tale)
..Incans(..not identified as Incans,then) reached a.. some..saw a..(Coca-tree..)
..the saint forbade..to..taste..
..more harmful than..benefits..
..Coca-Tree was destined for..
..a divine mystery to start a new era…
—Tweet-3👇&to be continued..
—“A realization!”(a fairy tale)
..
Another..day came to me to rethink her. But I failed to think..
She was telling..
..Patan..17miles..away
from Srinagar city..Jammu&Kashmir..
..she said..under the place, there’s a huge natural oil reserve there..
—Tweet-2👇& to be continued..
—“A realization!”(A fairy tale)
One day in a..meditation,I was thinking of the siren women described in..epic/..
..in the meditation,my soul..saw a lonely beach,as if,a..virgin girl was waiting for someone..my soul retained my shape..& went to her.
Tweet-1👇& To be continued..
—The Rays of Companion!
A poet becomes a real
poet,when real love truly
embraces the poet.For
being a real poet,the poet’s
poetic soul usually
starts making the poet poor.
Then,usually lover leaves.
If the same poet usually
starts being rich,too,
with the image of celebrity..👇
—Rules to forget!
She was supposed
to come here.
She was supposed
to call me on the phone.
She was supposed
to cry for me.
She was supposed
to see me in a
dream in a deep sleep.
She was supposed
to love me.
She was supposed
to be in holiness.
She was supposed
to remember me..👇