Love Poetry Quotes
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“Stairway of desires
Loving you feels like loving my own desires,
All of them; and this feeling of loving my own desires,
Feels like a stairway of unending passions and wishes,
Where you and your love is the only wish of all my wishes,
As my heart climbs these steps, one at a time,
I wish the stairs never ended, for loving you is the loveliest time,
And when every step gets me closer to you,
I suddenly miss you, and I sink in the feeling of loving you without you,
For these might be the steps of desires and passions,
But as long as they do not arise from you they are only lesser passions,
That feel red, like the most beautiful red rose,
But what is a red rose worth if it doesn't smell like a rose,
So, I have stopped climbing the staircase of passions and desires,
Because they lead to a conduit feeling which is alien to my love’s true desires,
And if it continues like this, it will become my pernicious act,
Where I will forever be climbing the steps of desires, because it is a never ending act,
A staircase of passions and desires can last forever,
So let me stop on the step where I am now, and love you as if there were no forever,
There were just this step and just this moment, we call now,
Let me know you today, just like I had know you yesterday, to love in better ways now,
For who knows where the staircase might lead,
But I am sure, my wishes and all my desires, just unto you lead,
To you, to your heart, to your desires too,
And let me wait to hear that you feel the same too,
My penitent heart beats tirelessly, as if it has been cursed to throb endlessly,
Just to seek that one wish, one desire, that it loves so endlessly,
It created subsequent ripples of desires to keep finding a reason to throb,
The reason to love you Irma, is what you shall find if you probe the melody of my heart’s every throb,
So here I am standing on the stairway that is made of my desires and endless wishes,
Where every step is nothing but a representation of my desires arising from my wishes,
The wishes that seek you in everything,
Even in the fire that kills the moth, because the fire of passions burns brighter than everything,
Brighter than all stars, brighter than the moon too,
You would indeed feel the same when you fall in love, someday you shall too!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Loving you feels like loving my own desires,
All of them; and this feeling of loving my own desires,
Feels like a stairway of unending passions and wishes,
Where you and your love is the only wish of all my wishes,
As my heart climbs these steps, one at a time,
I wish the stairs never ended, for loving you is the loveliest time,
And when every step gets me closer to you,
I suddenly miss you, and I sink in the feeling of loving you without you,
For these might be the steps of desires and passions,
But as long as they do not arise from you they are only lesser passions,
That feel red, like the most beautiful red rose,
But what is a red rose worth if it doesn't smell like a rose,
So, I have stopped climbing the staircase of passions and desires,
Because they lead to a conduit feeling which is alien to my love’s true desires,
And if it continues like this, it will become my pernicious act,
Where I will forever be climbing the steps of desires, because it is a never ending act,
A staircase of passions and desires can last forever,
So let me stop on the step where I am now, and love you as if there were no forever,
There were just this step and just this moment, we call now,
Let me know you today, just like I had know you yesterday, to love in better ways now,
For who knows where the staircase might lead,
But I am sure, my wishes and all my desires, just unto you lead,
To you, to your heart, to your desires too,
And let me wait to hear that you feel the same too,
My penitent heart beats tirelessly, as if it has been cursed to throb endlessly,
Just to seek that one wish, one desire, that it loves so endlessly,
It created subsequent ripples of desires to keep finding a reason to throb,
The reason to love you Irma, is what you shall find if you probe the melody of my heart’s every throb,
So here I am standing on the stairway that is made of my desires and endless wishes,
Where every step is nothing but a representation of my desires arising from my wishes,
The wishes that seek you in everything,
Even in the fire that kills the moth, because the fire of passions burns brighter than everything,
Brighter than all stars, brighter than the moon too,
You would indeed feel the same when you fall in love, someday you shall too!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“This Elixir Smites by Stewart Stafford
How dull the rose's painted lustre,
As bees gossip, all mistrust her,
Window taps on stormy nights,
Aphids swarm as suckling mites.
Once buds entwined at Nature's hip,
Now cleft in two and water-dipped,
Glass-twisted strangest shape,
Mauve-petalled mausoleum draped.
Neglected drops in muted drought,
The bloody thorns scratch about,
A lush finger in withered point,
Pruned stem of glum conjoint.
Cataclysms from petty faults arise;
Reflection pardoned in imperfect eyes.
© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
―
How dull the rose's painted lustre,
As bees gossip, all mistrust her,
Window taps on stormy nights,
Aphids swarm as suckling mites.
Once buds entwined at Nature's hip,
Now cleft in two and water-dipped,
Glass-twisted strangest shape,
Mauve-petalled mausoleum draped.
Neglected drops in muted drought,
The bloody thorns scratch about,
A lush finger in withered point,
Pruned stem of glum conjoint.
Cataclysms from petty faults arise;
Reflection pardoned in imperfect eyes.
© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
―
“With her and that someday
He entered the quietness of his own mind,
Where he could not be by anyone found,
Neither by the rays of the bright sun,
Nor by the deeds that seek him for acts still undone,
But he lies in the silence of his mind, quiet and silent,
Here he deals with million feelings, many permanent and a few transient,
He thinks of her and her beautiful ways,
In the darkness of nights and brightness of sunny days,
Seeking something that would lead him to her,
And then rest there, in that sacred space of his mind, forever with her,
Time calls him but he appears to be heedless to its every call,
The day invites him, but all its invitations collide against a robust wall,
The wall of his mind that surrounds him permanently,
Because there he likes to be with her virtual entity,
Maybe he wants to escape from this state of morbid stillness,
But in this stillness, a state of nothingness, he experiences a feeling of fullness,
For imagination is the darling muse of every beautiful mind,
And maybe there he lies with her, beyond the evil fangs of reality, in the imagination of his mind,
Undisturbed by the evil intended men and women,
Who always want to act in other’s lives as specialist foremen,
Without realising winter can never know the feelings of the summer,
And without having loved and lost, how can others think they are better,
So they force him to digress and retire to his mind, and the quiet space there,
A place that actually is nothing and nowhere, but for him for now, it is his only somewhere,
Where love finds him because he always finds it,
In her memories, in her imaginations, and in the strange devices of his own wit,
So he has become anonymous for the world, but a sort of forced anonymity with a hidden intent,
Because whenever I see him, I feel he did not go there, there he was forcefully sent,
Maybe he is long dead now, and it is his ghost that visits this mind,
Because he is obsessed with knowing the undefined,
For most of us have to muster courage,
But a few of us are born with it way above the normal average!
And perhaps a typhoon of thoughts is on its way,
Who knows when, because they murdered him a long ago, but his ghost is still seeking to resurrect him one day, that anonymous someday!”
― They Loved in 2075!
He entered the quietness of his own mind,
Where he could not be by anyone found,
Neither by the rays of the bright sun,
Nor by the deeds that seek him for acts still undone,
But he lies in the silence of his mind, quiet and silent,
Here he deals with million feelings, many permanent and a few transient,
He thinks of her and her beautiful ways,
In the darkness of nights and brightness of sunny days,
Seeking something that would lead him to her,
And then rest there, in that sacred space of his mind, forever with her,
Time calls him but he appears to be heedless to its every call,
The day invites him, but all its invitations collide against a robust wall,
The wall of his mind that surrounds him permanently,
Because there he likes to be with her virtual entity,
Maybe he wants to escape from this state of morbid stillness,
But in this stillness, a state of nothingness, he experiences a feeling of fullness,
For imagination is the darling muse of every beautiful mind,
And maybe there he lies with her, beyond the evil fangs of reality, in the imagination of his mind,
Undisturbed by the evil intended men and women,
Who always want to act in other’s lives as specialist foremen,
Without realising winter can never know the feelings of the summer,
And without having loved and lost, how can others think they are better,
So they force him to digress and retire to his mind, and the quiet space there,
A place that actually is nothing and nowhere, but for him for now, it is his only somewhere,
Where love finds him because he always finds it,
In her memories, in her imaginations, and in the strange devices of his own wit,
So he has become anonymous for the world, but a sort of forced anonymity with a hidden intent,
Because whenever I see him, I feel he did not go there, there he was forcefully sent,
Maybe he is long dead now, and it is his ghost that visits this mind,
Because he is obsessed with knowing the undefined,
For most of us have to muster courage,
But a few of us are born with it way above the normal average!
And perhaps a typhoon of thoughts is on its way,
Who knows when, because they murdered him a long ago, but his ghost is still seeking to resurrect him one day, that anonymous someday!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Stairway of desires
Loving you feels like loving my own desires,
All of them; and this feeling of loving my own desires,
Feels like a stairway of unending passions and wishes,
Where you and your love is the only wish of all my wishes,
As my heart climbs these steps, one at a time,
I wish the stairs never ended, for loving you is the loveliest time,
And when every step gets me closer to you,
I suddenly miss you, and I sink in the feeling of loving you without you,
For these might be the steps of desires and passions,
But as long as they do not arise from you they are only lesser passions,
Which feel red, like the most beautiful red rose,
But what is a red rose worth if it doesn't smell like a rose,
So, I have stopped climbing the staircase of passions and desires,
Because they lead to a conduit feeling which is alien to my love’s true desires,
And if it continues like this, it will become my pernicious act,
Where I will forever be climbing the steps of desires, because it can be a never ending act,
A staircase of passions and desires can last forever,
So let me stop on the step where I am now, and love you as if there were no forever,
There were just this step and just this moment, we call now,
Let me know you today, just like I had know you yesterday, to love you in better ways now,
For who knows where the staircase might lead,
But I am sure, my wishes and all my desires, just unto you lead,
To you, to your heart, to your desires too,
And let me wait to hear that you feel the same too,
My penitent heart beats tirelessly, as if it has been cursed to throb endlessly,
Just to seek that one wish, one desire, that it loves so endlessly,
It created subsequent ripples of desires to keep finding a reason to throb,
The reason to love you Irma, is what you shall find if you probe the melody of my heart’s every throb,
So here I am standing on the stairway that is made of my desires and endless wishes,
Where every step is nothing but a representation of my desires arising from my wishes,
The wishes that seek you in everything,
Even in the fire that kills the moth, because the fire of passions burns brighter than everything,
Brighter than all stars, brighter than the moon too,
You would indeed feel the same when you fall in love, and someday you shall too!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Loving you feels like loving my own desires,
All of them; and this feeling of loving my own desires,
Feels like a stairway of unending passions and wishes,
Where you and your love is the only wish of all my wishes,
As my heart climbs these steps, one at a time,
I wish the stairs never ended, for loving you is the loveliest time,
And when every step gets me closer to you,
I suddenly miss you, and I sink in the feeling of loving you without you,
For these might be the steps of desires and passions,
But as long as they do not arise from you they are only lesser passions,
Which feel red, like the most beautiful red rose,
But what is a red rose worth if it doesn't smell like a rose,
So, I have stopped climbing the staircase of passions and desires,
Because they lead to a conduit feeling which is alien to my love’s true desires,
And if it continues like this, it will become my pernicious act,
Where I will forever be climbing the steps of desires, because it can be a never ending act,
A staircase of passions and desires can last forever,
So let me stop on the step where I am now, and love you as if there were no forever,
There were just this step and just this moment, we call now,
Let me know you today, just like I had know you yesterday, to love you in better ways now,
For who knows where the staircase might lead,
But I am sure, my wishes and all my desires, just unto you lead,
To you, to your heart, to your desires too,
And let me wait to hear that you feel the same too,
My penitent heart beats tirelessly, as if it has been cursed to throb endlessly,
Just to seek that one wish, one desire, that it loves so endlessly,
It created subsequent ripples of desires to keep finding a reason to throb,
The reason to love you Irma, is what you shall find if you probe the melody of my heart’s every throb,
So here I am standing on the stairway that is made of my desires and endless wishes,
Where every step is nothing but a representation of my desires arising from my wishes,
The wishes that seek you in everything,
Even in the fire that kills the moth, because the fire of passions burns brighter than everything,
Brighter than all stars, brighter than the moon too,
You would indeed feel the same when you fall in love, and someday you shall too!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Stairway of desires
Loving you feels like loving my own desires,
All of them; and this feeling of loving my own desires,
Feels like a stairway of unending passions and wishes,
Where you and your love is the only wish of all my wishes,
As my heart climbs these steps, one at a time,
I wish the stairs never ended, for loving you is the loveliest time,
And when every step gets me closer to you,
I suddenly miss you, and I sink in the feeling of loving you without you,
For these might be the steps of desires and passions,
But as long as they do not arise from you they are only lesser passions,
Which feel red, like the most beautiful red rose,
But what is a red rose worth if it doesn't smell like a rose,
So, I have stopped climbing the staircase of passions and desires,
Because they lead to a conduit feeling which is alien to my love’s true desires,
And if it continues like this, it will become my pernicious act,
Where I will forever be climbing the steps of desires, because it can be a never ending act,
A staircase of passions and desires can last forever,
So let me stop on the step where I am now, and love you as if there were no forever,
There were just this step and just this moment, we call now,
Let me know you today, just like I had known you yesterday, only to love you in better ways now,
For who knows where the staircase might lead,
But I am sure, my wishes and all my desires, just unto you lead,
To you, to your heart, to your desires too,
And let me wait to hear that you feel the same too,
My penitent heart beats tirelessly, as if it has been cursed to throb endlessly,
Just to seek that one wish, one desire, that it loves so endlessly,
It created subsequent ripples of desires to keep finding a reason to throb,
The reason to love you Irma, is what you shall find if you probe the melody of my heart’s every throb,
So here I am standing on the stairway that is made of my desires and endless wishes,
Where every step is nothing but a representation of my desires arising from my wishes,
The wishes that seek you in everything,
Even in the fire that kills the moth, because the fire of passions burns brighter than everything,
Brighter than all stars, brighter than the moon too,
You would indeed feel the same when you fall in love, and someday you shall too!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Loving you feels like loving my own desires,
All of them; and this feeling of loving my own desires,
Feels like a stairway of unending passions and wishes,
Where you and your love is the only wish of all my wishes,
As my heart climbs these steps, one at a time,
I wish the stairs never ended, for loving you is the loveliest time,
And when every step gets me closer to you,
I suddenly miss you, and I sink in the feeling of loving you without you,
For these might be the steps of desires and passions,
But as long as they do not arise from you they are only lesser passions,
Which feel red, like the most beautiful red rose,
But what is a red rose worth if it doesn't smell like a rose,
So, I have stopped climbing the staircase of passions and desires,
Because they lead to a conduit feeling which is alien to my love’s true desires,
And if it continues like this, it will become my pernicious act,
Where I will forever be climbing the steps of desires, because it can be a never ending act,
A staircase of passions and desires can last forever,
So let me stop on the step where I am now, and love you as if there were no forever,
There were just this step and just this moment, we call now,
Let me know you today, just like I had known you yesterday, only to love you in better ways now,
For who knows where the staircase might lead,
But I am sure, my wishes and all my desires, just unto you lead,
To you, to your heart, to your desires too,
And let me wait to hear that you feel the same too,
My penitent heart beats tirelessly, as if it has been cursed to throb endlessly,
Just to seek that one wish, one desire, that it loves so endlessly,
It created subsequent ripples of desires to keep finding a reason to throb,
The reason to love you Irma, is what you shall find if you probe the melody of my heart’s every throb,
So here I am standing on the stairway that is made of my desires and endless wishes,
Where every step is nothing but a representation of my desires arising from my wishes,
The wishes that seek you in everything,
Even in the fire that kills the moth, because the fire of passions burns brighter than everything,
Brighter than all stars, brighter than the moon too,
You would indeed feel the same when you fall in love, and someday you shall too!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Love is the only way,
all else is futile.
Pain of love is pearl of love,
all else is vain and vile.”
― Insan Himalayanoğlu: It's Time to Defect
all else is futile.
Pain of love is pearl of love,
all else is vain and vile.”
― Insan Himalayanoğlu: It's Time to Defect
“Her sensation
There I was inspecting the landscape of my emotions,
Most of them appeared to be conduit sensations,
With layers of feelings that definitely were a part of me,
And in this place for a moment I wanted to be,
For it reminded me of her,
The feelings made me miss her,
The emotions made me once again fall in love with her,
And it was only in this landscape that I felt I was with her,
Although it sometimes begot me sensations unknown,
They never prevented me from recreating her beauty so fresh and so well known,
It was a world where her beauty’s precision filled every void,
The only place where to throb and then feel, my heart never toiled,
Because here everything brought me closer to her,
The feelings, the emotions, all reminded me of her,
And my memories too, because they all carried a part of her,
Here no time existed, no present, no past, no beginning and no end, because everything had converged into her,
Her landscape of beautiful smiles,
Her feelings that stretched for million miles,
It was she who ruled this universe,
And it was only here my heart with her mind whispered and could easily converse,
Nothing could be as beautiful as her,
All summer flowers, all the blue skies, seem to emerge from her,
When you look at her, you realise everything belongs to her,
So why shouldn't I too belong to her and love her?
These inviolable feelings possess me gradually,
And I take my last glance at this landscape lovingly,
For now I too have become a part of it,
And now the vision is clear, sensations aren't conduit,
Because the landscape that represents her,
I am a part of it now as I keep seeping deeper into her,
Into her permeable heart, into the world that exists only because of her,
And as my last cell sinks into her, I now feel the sensation that belongs to her,
The landscape may have vanished now forever,
But my love for her has experienced no sort of waiver,
Because I love her for no reasons, for no interests, I love her for who she is,
And in this long disappeared landscape I still find her there, because that is where my heart is,
Even if it is a credulity that my mind suffers from, but as long as it is about her,
My heart shall derive from it intelligible strings, just to love her,
Because then nothing feels like this sensation, the sensation that belongs to her,
Her name mabe Irma, but I love the woman in her, that beautiful sensation in her!”
― They Loved in 2075!
There I was inspecting the landscape of my emotions,
Most of them appeared to be conduit sensations,
With layers of feelings that definitely were a part of me,
And in this place for a moment I wanted to be,
For it reminded me of her,
The feelings made me miss her,
The emotions made me once again fall in love with her,
And it was only in this landscape that I felt I was with her,
Although it sometimes begot me sensations unknown,
They never prevented me from recreating her beauty so fresh and so well known,
It was a world where her beauty’s precision filled every void,
The only place where to throb and then feel, my heart never toiled,
Because here everything brought me closer to her,
The feelings, the emotions, all reminded me of her,
And my memories too, because they all carried a part of her,
Here no time existed, no present, no past, no beginning and no end, because everything had converged into her,
Her landscape of beautiful smiles,
Her feelings that stretched for million miles,
It was she who ruled this universe,
And it was only here my heart with her mind whispered and could easily converse,
Nothing could be as beautiful as her,
All summer flowers, all the blue skies, seem to emerge from her,
When you look at her, you realise everything belongs to her,
So why shouldn't I too belong to her and love her?
These inviolable feelings possess me gradually,
And I take my last glance at this landscape lovingly,
For now I too have become a part of it,
And now the vision is clear, sensations aren't conduit,
Because the landscape that represents her,
I am a part of it now as I keep seeping deeper into her,
Into her permeable heart, into the world that exists only because of her,
And as my last cell sinks into her, I now feel the sensation that belongs to her,
The landscape may have vanished now forever,
But my love for her has experienced no sort of waiver,
Because I love her for no reasons, for no interests, I love her for who she is,
And in this long disappeared landscape I still find her there, because that is where my heart is,
Even if it is a credulity that my mind suffers from, but as long as it is about her,
My heart shall derive from it intelligible strings, just to love her,
Because then nothing feels like this sensation, the sensation that belongs to her,
Her name mabe Irma, but I love the woman in her, that beautiful sensation in her!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Her sensation
There I was inspecting the landscape of my emotions,
Most of them appeared to be conduit sensations,
With layers of feelings that definitely were a part of me,
And in this place for a moment I wanted to be,
For it reminded me of her,
The feelings made me miss her,
The emotions made me once again fall in love with her,
And it was only in this landscape that I felt I was with her,
Although it sometimes begot me sensations unknown,
They never prevented me from recreating her beauty so fresh and so well known,
It was a world where her beauty’s precision filled every void,
The only place where to throb and then feel, my heart never toiled,
Because here everything brought me closer to her,
The feelings, the emotions, all reminded me of her,
And my memories too, because they all carried a part of her,
Here no time existed, no present, no past, no beginning and no end, because everything had converged into her,
Her landscape of beautiful smiles,
Her feelings that stretched for million miles,
It was she who ruled this universe,
And it was only here my heart with her mind whispered and could easily converse,
Nothing could be as beautiful as her,
All summer flowers, all the blue skies, seem to emerge from her,
When you look at her, you realise everything belongs to her,
So why shouldn't I too belong to her and love her?
These inviolable feelings possess me gradually,
And I take my last glance at this landscape lovingly,
For now I too have become a part of it,
And now the vision is clear, sensations aren't conduit,
Because the landscape that represents her,
I am a part of it now as I keep seeping deeper into her,
Into her permeable heart, into the world that exists only because of her,
And as my last cell sinks into her, I now feel the sensation that belongs to her,
The landscape may have vanished now forever,
But my love for her has experienced no sort of waiver,
Because I love her for no reasons, for no interests, I love her for who she is,
And in this long disappeared landscape I still find her there, because that is where my heart is,
Even if it is a credulity that my mind suffers from, but as long as it is about her,
My heart shall derive from it intelligible strings, just to love her,
Because then nothing feels like this sensation, the sensation that belongs to her,
Her name may be Irma, but I love the woman in her, that beautiful sensation in her!”
― They Loved in 2075!
There I was inspecting the landscape of my emotions,
Most of them appeared to be conduit sensations,
With layers of feelings that definitely were a part of me,
And in this place for a moment I wanted to be,
For it reminded me of her,
The feelings made me miss her,
The emotions made me once again fall in love with her,
And it was only in this landscape that I felt I was with her,
Although it sometimes begot me sensations unknown,
They never prevented me from recreating her beauty so fresh and so well known,
It was a world where her beauty’s precision filled every void,
The only place where to throb and then feel, my heart never toiled,
Because here everything brought me closer to her,
The feelings, the emotions, all reminded me of her,
And my memories too, because they all carried a part of her,
Here no time existed, no present, no past, no beginning and no end, because everything had converged into her,
Her landscape of beautiful smiles,
Her feelings that stretched for million miles,
It was she who ruled this universe,
And it was only here my heart with her mind whispered and could easily converse,
Nothing could be as beautiful as her,
All summer flowers, all the blue skies, seem to emerge from her,
When you look at her, you realise everything belongs to her,
So why shouldn't I too belong to her and love her?
These inviolable feelings possess me gradually,
And I take my last glance at this landscape lovingly,
For now I too have become a part of it,
And now the vision is clear, sensations aren't conduit,
Because the landscape that represents her,
I am a part of it now as I keep seeping deeper into her,
Into her permeable heart, into the world that exists only because of her,
And as my last cell sinks into her, I now feel the sensation that belongs to her,
The landscape may have vanished now forever,
But my love for her has experienced no sort of waiver,
Because I love her for no reasons, for no interests, I love her for who she is,
And in this long disappeared landscape I still find her there, because that is where my heart is,
Even if it is a credulity that my mind suffers from, but as long as it is about her,
My heart shall derive from it intelligible strings, just to love her,
Because then nothing feels like this sensation, the sensation that belongs to her,
Her name may be Irma, but I love the woman in her, that beautiful sensation in her!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“No endings
All seasons have ended,
Life that began once, it too has ended,
But in all these endings something is born,
A new hope, a new desire, a new wish is born,
Old visions have ended,
Old realities do not exist anymore, they too have ended,
Because sometimes the heart wants to seek more,
So the mind ends the old, to be able to align itself with the heart a little more,
Yesterday's dreams are over, their appeal has ended,
All moments associated with all yesterdays and bygone days, have ended,
But the feeling to seek a new end has surfaced,
And to support this pursuit to seek a new end, a new beginning has surfaced,
Past has become insignificant because it has ended,
And before the present moments end too like the past that just now ended,
The present has arrived,
And with it many hopes too have arrived,
But, her memories, her feelings, her sensations, none of them have ended,
Because she appeared as the only beginning when everything had ended,
So my new romance with her has begun,
That begins with every new end, and I love whatever in its wake has begun,
Tomorrow, today will have ended,
Just like the moments that belong to the moment called now, will in the next moment have ended,
But she is neither like today nor like the disappearing moments of time,
She is the feeling that becomes more relevant and more anchored in the present, unlike the virtue of time!
So let me love her until everything has ended,
To know what actually begins when everything has ended,
And be sure that it is my love for her that can never die or be confounded,
These maybe lover’s solicitous feelings, and maybe it is due to them my love for her can never be confounded!”
― They Loved in 2075!
All seasons have ended,
Life that began once, it too has ended,
But in all these endings something is born,
A new hope, a new desire, a new wish is born,
Old visions have ended,
Old realities do not exist anymore, they too have ended,
Because sometimes the heart wants to seek more,
So the mind ends the old, to be able to align itself with the heart a little more,
Yesterday's dreams are over, their appeal has ended,
All moments associated with all yesterdays and bygone days, have ended,
But the feeling to seek a new end has surfaced,
And to support this pursuit to seek a new end, a new beginning has surfaced,
Past has become insignificant because it has ended,
And before the present moments end too like the past that just now ended,
The present has arrived,
And with it many hopes too have arrived,
But, her memories, her feelings, her sensations, none of them have ended,
Because she appeared as the only beginning when everything had ended,
So my new romance with her has begun,
That begins with every new end, and I love whatever in its wake has begun,
Tomorrow, today will have ended,
Just like the moments that belong to the moment called now, will in the next moment have ended,
But she is neither like today nor like the disappearing moments of time,
She is the feeling that becomes more relevant and more anchored in the present, unlike the virtue of time!
So let me love her until everything has ended,
To know what actually begins when everything has ended,
And be sure that it is my love for her that can never die or be confounded,
These maybe lover’s solicitous feelings, and maybe it is due to them my love for her can never be confounded!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Only with her - PART I
Dealing with estranged feelings and the heart’s missing heart beats,
Feels like a world that its horizon never meets,
It maybe what one experiences in the moment of continuous disbelief,
Because without her the mind finds no solace and the heart fails to play the symphonies of relief,
As the estrangement grows and the feeling deepens in those prolonged spells of darkness,
The night grows over the mind eclipsing its every thought with a slight crassness,
Where it feels abandoned by the heart, because it seems to beat only for those estranged feelings,
And ah the herculean effort for the mind to nurture the heart’s darling seedlings,
From where the heart grows reasons to keep throbbing, and every flexing of muscle seems to be a harbinger of new suffrage,
And it somehow always convinces the mind not to let her feelings be cast into scrappage,
The heart, the poor beating heart, suffers from this expensive essentialism,
To sustain her estranged feelings in its love chambers and in the mind’s thoughts, despite their widening chasm,
But the heart loves her unconditionally, and the mind too finally gives in to the heart’s will voluntarily,
And now the heart beats for her softly as the mind once again begins to think of her so lovingly,
Now both the mind and the heart deal with a different reality,
That of establishing her memories, her feelings as the principal deity,
But who shall hold her entirely? Because the heart loves her deeply and now the mind too loves her no less,
And in their strife; I, who owns them both, has to deal with a new kind of stress,
And I only care less, because in their desire to love her forever, the heart will beat endlessly and the mind will think of her ceaselessly,
While I collate the extract of their feelings about her, and I live everyday in her thoughts fearlessly,
And the mystery grows deeper, that who loves who, they love her, I love her too, and they know,
But without them I cannot love her, and without me they cannot exist, this is a reality we all know,
However, the desire to love someone so beautiful has made them my foe, and my willingness to keep living for her,
Has encouraged them to exploit my weakness, that to always live loving her,
As long as the heart beats, the mind doesn't mind, and as long as my mind only her thoughts creates, I too do not mind,
Living in a body, where my own heart only beats for her, my mind only thinks about her, while I am busy living for her with feelings well defined,
Continued in part II........”
― They Loved in 2075!
Dealing with estranged feelings and the heart’s missing heart beats,
Feels like a world that its horizon never meets,
It maybe what one experiences in the moment of continuous disbelief,
Because without her the mind finds no solace and the heart fails to play the symphonies of relief,
As the estrangement grows and the feeling deepens in those prolonged spells of darkness,
The night grows over the mind eclipsing its every thought with a slight crassness,
Where it feels abandoned by the heart, because it seems to beat only for those estranged feelings,
And ah the herculean effort for the mind to nurture the heart’s darling seedlings,
From where the heart grows reasons to keep throbbing, and every flexing of muscle seems to be a harbinger of new suffrage,
And it somehow always convinces the mind not to let her feelings be cast into scrappage,
The heart, the poor beating heart, suffers from this expensive essentialism,
To sustain her estranged feelings in its love chambers and in the mind’s thoughts, despite their widening chasm,
But the heart loves her unconditionally, and the mind too finally gives in to the heart’s will voluntarily,
And now the heart beats for her softly as the mind once again begins to think of her so lovingly,
Now both the mind and the heart deal with a different reality,
That of establishing her memories, her feelings as the principal deity,
But who shall hold her entirely? Because the heart loves her deeply and now the mind too loves her no less,
And in their strife; I, who owns them both, has to deal with a new kind of stress,
And I only care less, because in their desire to love her forever, the heart will beat endlessly and the mind will think of her ceaselessly,
While I collate the extract of their feelings about her, and I live everyday in her thoughts fearlessly,
And the mystery grows deeper, that who loves who, they love her, I love her too, and they know,
But without them I cannot love her, and without me they cannot exist, this is a reality we all know,
However, the desire to love someone so beautiful has made them my foe, and my willingness to keep living for her,
Has encouraged them to exploit my weakness, that to always live loving her,
As long as the heart beats, the mind doesn't mind, and as long as my mind only her thoughts creates, I too do not mind,
Living in a body, where my own heart only beats for her, my mind only thinks about her, while I am busy living for her with feelings well defined,
Continued in part II........”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Only with her - PART II
For when it comes to love and life, prestige loses its significance,
All that matters is the moment where you can love her with every heartbeat and the mind’s complete faithfulness,
I had fallen in love long ago, but my mind took a while to love what I realised as the most loving feeling,
While my heart instantly began beating for her and it immediately recognised her as its most endearing feeling,
Now I live in this world created by my mind that is unaware it is obeying my heart’s fancies,
Her thoughts, her imaginations, creating for me a world where she fills all my emotional vacancies,
I do not mind my current existence in this world, where my mind thinks for my heart and my heart beats neither for me nor for my mind,
But only for her, and when in both of them, I my own identity try to find,
I realise she occupies every part of this world, where my mind and my heart patronise her alone,
And I too begin to favour their sentimental inclinations with a feeling that is too prone,
To fall in love again and again, with my own heart that loves her unfailingly,
And then my mind doesn't mind loving her willingly,
For it partly still lives for me, because without me what can it be,
Just a mind that thinks endlessly, leading to feelings that it can neither feel nor see,
So, it lets me be the master who depends on the feelings of his revolting heart,
Finally we all are ring fenced by her feelings, from which now none of us can depart,
And my heart beats one beat at a time, the mind thinks one thought at a time, while I live my life in single moments,
I have to deal with my heart and my mind’s ever shifting sentimental arrangements,
Where the heart always wants her feelings to be the dominant sentiment,
But the mind knows then it will dissolve my existence and this becomes its predicament,
Because without me it will be reduced to just a whim, that arises whenever the heart feels something,
And in the kingdom of my heart she comprises everything,
So, the mind fears its own identity crisis, because it is only her thoughts that continuously flow from my heart,
But now all three of us realise that from beautiful thoughts none of us can part,
Because to each one of us, she offers reasons to: beat, to think and to keep falling in love,
And maybe this is what the wise refer to as a true and fulfilling feeling of love.
So, I have left the mind alone, I let the heart beat for whatever sensation it pleases to,
Because only then I admit to them both that I love her and I want to!
And the heart happily beats for her, the mind only thinks about her,
As they leave me alone, just to be with her!”
― They Loved in 2075!
For when it comes to love and life, prestige loses its significance,
All that matters is the moment where you can love her with every heartbeat and the mind’s complete faithfulness,
I had fallen in love long ago, but my mind took a while to love what I realised as the most loving feeling,
While my heart instantly began beating for her and it immediately recognised her as its most endearing feeling,
Now I live in this world created by my mind that is unaware it is obeying my heart’s fancies,
Her thoughts, her imaginations, creating for me a world where she fills all my emotional vacancies,
I do not mind my current existence in this world, where my mind thinks for my heart and my heart beats neither for me nor for my mind,
But only for her, and when in both of them, I my own identity try to find,
I realise she occupies every part of this world, where my mind and my heart patronise her alone,
And I too begin to favour their sentimental inclinations with a feeling that is too prone,
To fall in love again and again, with my own heart that loves her unfailingly,
And then my mind doesn't mind loving her willingly,
For it partly still lives for me, because without me what can it be,
Just a mind that thinks endlessly, leading to feelings that it can neither feel nor see,
So, it lets me be the master who depends on the feelings of his revolting heart,
Finally we all are ring fenced by her feelings, from which now none of us can depart,
And my heart beats one beat at a time, the mind thinks one thought at a time, while I live my life in single moments,
I have to deal with my heart and my mind’s ever shifting sentimental arrangements,
Where the heart always wants her feelings to be the dominant sentiment,
But the mind knows then it will dissolve my existence and this becomes its predicament,
Because without me it will be reduced to just a whim, that arises whenever the heart feels something,
And in the kingdom of my heart she comprises everything,
So, the mind fears its own identity crisis, because it is only her thoughts that continuously flow from my heart,
But now all three of us realise that from beautiful thoughts none of us can part,
Because to each one of us, she offers reasons to: beat, to think and to keep falling in love,
And maybe this is what the wise refer to as a true and fulfilling feeling of love.
So, I have left the mind alone, I let the heart beat for whatever sensation it pleases to,
Because only then I admit to them both that I love her and I want to!
And the heart happily beats for her, the mind only thinks about her,
As they leave me alone, just to be with her!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Only with her - PART I
Dealing with estranged feelings and the heart’s missing heart beats,
Feels like a world that its horizon never meets,
It maybe what one experiences in the moment of continuous disbelief,
Because without her the mind finds no solace and the heart fails to play the symphonies of relief,
As the estrangement grows and the feeling deepens in those prolonged spells of darkness,
The night grows over the mind eclipsing its every thought with a slight crassness,
Where it feels abandoned by the heart, because it seems to beat only for those estranged feelings,
And ah the herculean effort for the mind to nurture the heart’s darling seedlings,
From where the heart grows reasons to keep throbbing, and every flexing of muscle seems to be a harbinger of new emotional outage,
And it somehow always convinces the mind not to let her feelings be cast into scrappage,
The heart, the poor beating heart, suffers from this expensive essentialism,
To sustain her estranged feelings in its love chambers and in the mind’s thoughts, despite their widening chasm,
But the heart loves her unconditionally, and the mind too finally gives in to the heart’s will voluntarily,
And now the heart beats for her softly as the mind once again begins to think of her so lovingly,
Now both the mind and the heart deal with a different reality,
That of establishing her memories, her feelings as the principal deity,
But who shall hold her entirely? Because the heart loves her deeply and now the mind too loves her no less,
And in their strife; I, who owns them both, has to deal with a new kind of stress,
And I only care less, because in their desire to love her forever, the heart will beat endlessly and the mind will think of her ceaselessly,
While I collate the extract of their feelings about her, and I live everyday in her thoughts fearlessly,
And the mystery grows deeper, that who loves who, they love her, I love her too, and they know,
But without them I cannot love her, and without me they cannot exist, this is a reality we all know,
However, the desire to love someone so beautiful has made them my foe, and my willingness to keep living for her,
Has encouraged them to exploit my weakness, that to always live loving her,
As long as the heart beats, the mind doesn't mind, and as long as my mind only her thoughts creates, I too do not mind,
Living in a body, where my own heart only beats for her, my mind only thinks about her, while I am busy living for her with feelings well defined,
CONTINUED IN PART II.........”
― They Loved in 2075!
Dealing with estranged feelings and the heart’s missing heart beats,
Feels like a world that its horizon never meets,
It maybe what one experiences in the moment of continuous disbelief,
Because without her the mind finds no solace and the heart fails to play the symphonies of relief,
As the estrangement grows and the feeling deepens in those prolonged spells of darkness,
The night grows over the mind eclipsing its every thought with a slight crassness,
Where it feels abandoned by the heart, because it seems to beat only for those estranged feelings,
And ah the herculean effort for the mind to nurture the heart’s darling seedlings,
From where the heart grows reasons to keep throbbing, and every flexing of muscle seems to be a harbinger of new emotional outage,
And it somehow always convinces the mind not to let her feelings be cast into scrappage,
The heart, the poor beating heart, suffers from this expensive essentialism,
To sustain her estranged feelings in its love chambers and in the mind’s thoughts, despite their widening chasm,
But the heart loves her unconditionally, and the mind too finally gives in to the heart’s will voluntarily,
And now the heart beats for her softly as the mind once again begins to think of her so lovingly,
Now both the mind and the heart deal with a different reality,
That of establishing her memories, her feelings as the principal deity,
But who shall hold her entirely? Because the heart loves her deeply and now the mind too loves her no less,
And in their strife; I, who owns them both, has to deal with a new kind of stress,
And I only care less, because in their desire to love her forever, the heart will beat endlessly and the mind will think of her ceaselessly,
While I collate the extract of their feelings about her, and I live everyday in her thoughts fearlessly,
And the mystery grows deeper, that who loves who, they love her, I love her too, and they know,
But without them I cannot love her, and without me they cannot exist, this is a reality we all know,
However, the desire to love someone so beautiful has made them my foe, and my willingness to keep living for her,
Has encouraged them to exploit my weakness, that to always live loving her,
As long as the heart beats, the mind doesn't mind, and as long as my mind only her thoughts creates, I too do not mind,
Living in a body, where my own heart only beats for her, my mind only thinks about her, while I am busy living for her with feelings well defined,
CONTINUED IN PART II.........”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Only with her - PART II
For when it comes to love and life, prestige loses its significance,
All that matters is the moment where you can love her with every heartbeat and the mind’s complete faithfulness,
I had fallen in love long ago, but my mind took a while to love what I realised as the most loving feeling,
While my heart instantly began beating for her and it immediately recognised her as its most endearing feeling,
Now I live in this world created by my mind that is unaware it is obeying my heart’s fancies,
Her thoughts, her imaginations, creating for me a world where she fills all my emotional vacancies,
I do not mind my current existence in this world, where my mind thinks for my heart and my heart beats neither for me nor for my mind,
But only for her, and when in both of them, I my own identity try to find,
I realise she occupies every part of this world, where my mind and my heart patronise her alone,
And I too begin to favour their sentimental inclinations with a feeling that is too prone,
To fall in love again and again, with my own heart that loves her unfailingly,
And then my mind doesn't mind loving her willingly,
For it partly still lives for me, because without me what can it be,
Just a mind that thinks endlessly, leading to feelings that it can neither feel nor see,
So, it lets me be the master who depends on the feelings of his revolting heart,
Finally we all are ring fenced by her feelings, from which now none of us can depart,
And my heart beats one beat at a time, the mind thinks one thought at a time, while I live my life in single moments,
I have to deal with my heart and my mind’s ever shifting sentimental arrangements,
Where the heart always wants her feelings to be the dominant sentiment,
But the mind knows then it will dissolve my existence and this becomes its predicament,
Because without me it will be reduced to just a whim, that arises whenever the heart feels something,
And in the kingdom of my heart she comprises everything,
So, the mind fears its own identity crisis, because it is only her thoughts that continuously flow from my heart,
But now all three of us realise that from beautiful thoughts none of us can part,
Because to each one of us, she offers reasons to: beat, to think and to keep falling in love,
And maybe this is what the wise refer to as a true and fulfilling feeling of love.
So, I have left the mind alone, I let the heart beat for whatever sensation it pleases to,
Because only then I admit to them both that I love her and I want to!
And the heart happily beats for her, the mind only thinks about her,
As they leave me alone, just to be with her!”
― They Loved in 2075!
For when it comes to love and life, prestige loses its significance,
All that matters is the moment where you can love her with every heartbeat and the mind’s complete faithfulness,
I had fallen in love long ago, but my mind took a while to love what I realised as the most loving feeling,
While my heart instantly began beating for her and it immediately recognised her as its most endearing feeling,
Now I live in this world created by my mind that is unaware it is obeying my heart’s fancies,
Her thoughts, her imaginations, creating for me a world where she fills all my emotional vacancies,
I do not mind my current existence in this world, where my mind thinks for my heart and my heart beats neither for me nor for my mind,
But only for her, and when in both of them, I my own identity try to find,
I realise she occupies every part of this world, where my mind and my heart patronise her alone,
And I too begin to favour their sentimental inclinations with a feeling that is too prone,
To fall in love again and again, with my own heart that loves her unfailingly,
And then my mind doesn't mind loving her willingly,
For it partly still lives for me, because without me what can it be,
Just a mind that thinks endlessly, leading to feelings that it can neither feel nor see,
So, it lets me be the master who depends on the feelings of his revolting heart,
Finally we all are ring fenced by her feelings, from which now none of us can depart,
And my heart beats one beat at a time, the mind thinks one thought at a time, while I live my life in single moments,
I have to deal with my heart and my mind’s ever shifting sentimental arrangements,
Where the heart always wants her feelings to be the dominant sentiment,
But the mind knows then it will dissolve my existence and this becomes its predicament,
Because without me it will be reduced to just a whim, that arises whenever the heart feels something,
And in the kingdom of my heart she comprises everything,
So, the mind fears its own identity crisis, because it is only her thoughts that continuously flow from my heart,
But now all three of us realise that from beautiful thoughts none of us can part,
Because to each one of us, she offers reasons to: beat, to think and to keep falling in love,
And maybe this is what the wise refer to as a true and fulfilling feeling of love.
So, I have left the mind alone, I let the heart beat for whatever sensation it pleases to,
Because only then I admit to them both that I love her and I want to!
And the heart happily beats for her, the mind only thinks about her,
As they leave me alone, just to be with her!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“The fireplace
The embers in the fireplace were dying slowly,
And their golden sheen that fell on her face was stealing her from me,
Because the embers that no longer shimmered resplendently,
Faded somewhere in the fireplace leaving her cold beside me,
Because a part of her had escaped with these golden embers,
Her warm and loving heart was now in their custody,
So I let my cold heart participate in some organic vitriol to lament their untimely slumbers,
The sleeping embers and in them a part of her sleeping too, leaving me behind to face this emotional fatality,
Where her cold part lies motionless beside me and beside the cold fireplace,
Only to awaken when the embers burn once again,
And her heart feels the renewed and a warmer pace,
Hopefully the embers do not die again then all this burning will be invain,
But burning is the fate of few, their only destiny,
So, I am sure when it is time the embers will shimmer in their golden fire,
Until that happens let me establish with her cold heart and her cold part, a warm fraternity,
And feel the warmth of my every unfulfilled desire,
In this hope I keep staring at the ash gray fireplace,
Where the embers have died, and where her warm part lies somewhere,
But whether it is cold or warm, her sensations with no other I wish to replace,
Because embers are meant to burn in the fireplace and nowhere,
It is a new day and the sun has not risen yet,
But there is a pulse of golden waves forming across the fireplace,
And outside, the rain that lasted the entire night has left everything wet,
Except one place, my own space, I call the sacred fireplace,
Because that is where my emotions burn with flames of desires,
And now everything is covered in a warm and golden sheen,
While my heart tries to separate flames from burning fires,
I over her warm part in emotional relays lean!”
― They Loved in 2075!
The embers in the fireplace were dying slowly,
And their golden sheen that fell on her face was stealing her from me,
Because the embers that no longer shimmered resplendently,
Faded somewhere in the fireplace leaving her cold beside me,
Because a part of her had escaped with these golden embers,
Her warm and loving heart was now in their custody,
So I let my cold heart participate in some organic vitriol to lament their untimely slumbers,
The sleeping embers and in them a part of her sleeping too, leaving me behind to face this emotional fatality,
Where her cold part lies motionless beside me and beside the cold fireplace,
Only to awaken when the embers burn once again,
And her heart feels the renewed and a warmer pace,
Hopefully the embers do not die again then all this burning will be invain,
But burning is the fate of few, their only destiny,
So, I am sure when it is time the embers will shimmer in their golden fire,
Until that happens let me establish with her cold heart and her cold part, a warm fraternity,
And feel the warmth of my every unfulfilled desire,
In this hope I keep staring at the ash gray fireplace,
Where the embers have died, and where her warm part lies somewhere,
But whether it is cold or warm, her sensations with no other I wish to replace,
Because embers are meant to burn in the fireplace and nowhere,
It is a new day and the sun has not risen yet,
But there is a pulse of golden waves forming across the fireplace,
And outside, the rain that lasted the entire night has left everything wet,
Except one place, my own space, I call the sacred fireplace,
Because that is where my emotions burn with flames of desires,
And now everything is covered in a warm and golden sheen,
While my heart tries to separate flames from burning fires,
I over her warm part in emotional relays lean!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“The fireplace
The embers in the fireplace were dying slowly,
And their golden sheen that fell on her face was stealing her from me,
Because the embers that no longer shimmered resplendently,
Faded somewhere in the fireplace leaving her cold beside me,
Because a part of her had been imprisoned by these golden embers,
Her warm and loving heart was now in their custody,
So I let my cold heart lament their untimely slumbers,
The sleeping embers and in them a part of her sleeping too, leaving me behind to face this emotional fatality,
Where her cold part lies motionless beside me and beside the cold fireplace,
Only to awaken when the embers burn once again,
And her heart feels the renewed and a warmer pace,
Hopefully the embers do not die again then all this burning will be invain,
But burning is the fate of few, their only destiny,
So, I am sure when it is time the embers will shimmer in their golden fire,
Until that happens let me establish with her cold heart and her cold part, a warm fraternity,
And feel the warmth of my every unfulfilled desire,
In this hope I keep staring at the ash filled fireplace,
Where the embers have died, and where her warm part lies somewhere,
But whether it is cold or warm, her sensations with no other I wish to replace,
Because embers are meant to burn in the fireplace, else nowhere,
It is a new day and the sun has not risen yet,
But there is a pulse of golden waves forming across the fireplace,
And outside, the rain that lasted the entire night has left everything wet,
Except one place, my own space, I call the sacred fireplace,
Because that is where my emotions burn with flames of desires,
And now everything is covered in a warm and golden sheen,
While my heart tries to separate flames from burning fires,
I over her warm part in emotional relays lean!”
― They Loved in 2075!
The embers in the fireplace were dying slowly,
And their golden sheen that fell on her face was stealing her from me,
Because the embers that no longer shimmered resplendently,
Faded somewhere in the fireplace leaving her cold beside me,
Because a part of her had been imprisoned by these golden embers,
Her warm and loving heart was now in their custody,
So I let my cold heart lament their untimely slumbers,
The sleeping embers and in them a part of her sleeping too, leaving me behind to face this emotional fatality,
Where her cold part lies motionless beside me and beside the cold fireplace,
Only to awaken when the embers burn once again,
And her heart feels the renewed and a warmer pace,
Hopefully the embers do not die again then all this burning will be invain,
But burning is the fate of few, their only destiny,
So, I am sure when it is time the embers will shimmer in their golden fire,
Until that happens let me establish with her cold heart and her cold part, a warm fraternity,
And feel the warmth of my every unfulfilled desire,
In this hope I keep staring at the ash filled fireplace,
Where the embers have died, and where her warm part lies somewhere,
But whether it is cold or warm, her sensations with no other I wish to replace,
Because embers are meant to burn in the fireplace, else nowhere,
It is a new day and the sun has not risen yet,
But there is a pulse of golden waves forming across the fireplace,
And outside, the rain that lasted the entire night has left everything wet,
Except one place, my own space, I call the sacred fireplace,
Because that is where my emotions burn with flames of desires,
And now everything is covered in a warm and golden sheen,
While my heart tries to separate flames from burning fires,
I over her warm part in emotional relays lean!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Heart’s deviation
Let us travel from now to then, from today to tomorrow,
Let us fulfill our desires and wishes in a row,
Because they lie sequenced in the order only you and I know,
And you can see them all over my face while I see them appearing on your beautiful brow,
Let me take you into the clouds and get wet,
Let me take you there where I first saw you and then our hearts met,
Because in that place everything is still wet,
Although there are no clouds and the sky is clear, I wonder from where it could such a cover of wetness get,
Let me take you there and together discover its secret,
Let us know what no one else knows about it,
Because the place is mysteriously always wet and it is beyond my wit,
Or it could be it is just my false impression of it,
Let me then make a confession, that since you left nothing has returned,
Let me reveal to you the world that appears deceptively wet as it is actually the world that has endlessly burned,
Because when from the distance you see fields of burned desires and wishes turned to ash, they look like wet surfaces where everything is frozen in stillness and unturned,
And it is from ash covered places like these life has all its ploys learned,
Let me take you away from here too, somewhere far, very far, where burning is not required,
Let us travel there where heart’s find whatever they have wished for and desired,
Because they say utopia is somewhere where human feelings are never by desperate moments mired,
And in this outlandish possibility let us seek each other and never feel tired,
Let me love you behind the clouds and beyond the blue sky,
Let us go there where everything burns: the sun, the stars, the universe, and everything that flies by,
Because there, maybe when you see them burning in the fire of eternity and cry,
You might realise why few places appear to be always wet long after their fires die,
Let me look at your face, your eyes; and understand you a bit more,
Let me see you in reality’s dress and then let me your every sentiment explore,
Because when we realise what burning feels like it is then your true soul peeps from your skin’s every pore,
Then let me kiss you and see if you too ever felt wet, and feel the corner of your heart where all your feelings you store,
Let me let you explore me in the same ways,
Let me let you experience the wetness of my soul, that has burned endlessly for nights and days,
Because only then you might be able to see what you could never feel because you knew not how to deal with heart’s ways,
As it is with all of us, in the beginning we let our minds dictate the darkness of our nights and the brightness of our days,
Let me cover you with my desires and their fires and everything that you wish to feel,
Let me show you how human lives turn and spin on the fate’s wheel,
Because sometimes what appears to be the reality is actually not real,
Maybe it will be the misadventure of our hearts but then if you look at the world and the universe even real sometimes seems unreal,
Let me introduce you to the world where everything is real because there is no fake dimension,
Let us then live in this romantic moment this romantic sensation,
Because in the miscellany of my feelings, desires, and endless wishes, your feelings appear to be my heart’s only native creation,
So let me, my love Irma, make you feel what true impenitence feels like when you do not obey your mind but you follow your heart’s every selfless deviation!”
― They Loved in 2075!
Let us travel from now to then, from today to tomorrow,
Let us fulfill our desires and wishes in a row,
Because they lie sequenced in the order only you and I know,
And you can see them all over my face while I see them appearing on your beautiful brow,
Let me take you into the clouds and get wet,
Let me take you there where I first saw you and then our hearts met,
Because in that place everything is still wet,
Although there are no clouds and the sky is clear, I wonder from where it could such a cover of wetness get,
Let me take you there and together discover its secret,
Let us know what no one else knows about it,
Because the place is mysteriously always wet and it is beyond my wit,
Or it could be it is just my false impression of it,
Let me then make a confession, that since you left nothing has returned,
Let me reveal to you the world that appears deceptively wet as it is actually the world that has endlessly burned,
Because when from the distance you see fields of burned desires and wishes turned to ash, they look like wet surfaces where everything is frozen in stillness and unturned,
And it is from ash covered places like these life has all its ploys learned,
Let me take you away from here too, somewhere far, very far, where burning is not required,
Let us travel there where heart’s find whatever they have wished for and desired,
Because they say utopia is somewhere where human feelings are never by desperate moments mired,
And in this outlandish possibility let us seek each other and never feel tired,
Let me love you behind the clouds and beyond the blue sky,
Let us go there where everything burns: the sun, the stars, the universe, and everything that flies by,
Because there, maybe when you see them burning in the fire of eternity and cry,
You might realise why few places appear to be always wet long after their fires die,
Let me look at your face, your eyes; and understand you a bit more,
Let me see you in reality’s dress and then let me your every sentiment explore,
Because when we realise what burning feels like it is then your true soul peeps from your skin’s every pore,
Then let me kiss you and see if you too ever felt wet, and feel the corner of your heart where all your feelings you store,
Let me let you explore me in the same ways,
Let me let you experience the wetness of my soul, that has burned endlessly for nights and days,
Because only then you might be able to see what you could never feel because you knew not how to deal with heart’s ways,
As it is with all of us, in the beginning we let our minds dictate the darkness of our nights and the brightness of our days,
Let me cover you with my desires and their fires and everything that you wish to feel,
Let me show you how human lives turn and spin on the fate’s wheel,
Because sometimes what appears to be the reality is actually not real,
Maybe it will be the misadventure of our hearts but then if you look at the world and the universe even real sometimes seems unreal,
Let me introduce you to the world where everything is real because there is no fake dimension,
Let us then live in this romantic moment this romantic sensation,
Because in the miscellany of my feelings, desires, and endless wishes, your feelings appear to be my heart’s only native creation,
So let me, my love Irma, make you feel what true impenitence feels like when you do not obey your mind but you follow your heart’s every selfless deviation!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“True love is not something you find, true love is something you nurture together.”
― Visvavatan: 100 Demilitarization Sonnets
― Visvavatan: 100 Demilitarization Sonnets
“The Romantic Charter by Stewart Stafford
Eyes dazzled by romance's shine,
Hostage suitor of Cupid and you,
A willing disciple of St Valentine,
With pierced heart of rosiest hue.
Love is the next world's currency,
All wealth we must leave behind,
Call it the discarnate treasury,
A repository of delicacies dined.
Even if adoration sours on the lips,
Or toxicity springs from intoxication,
Nothing erases the first steps of bliss,
Or can demolish memory's foundation.
© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
―
Eyes dazzled by romance's shine,
Hostage suitor of Cupid and you,
A willing disciple of St Valentine,
With pierced heart of rosiest hue.
Love is the next world's currency,
All wealth we must leave behind,
Call it the discarnate treasury,
A repository of delicacies dined.
Even if adoration sours on the lips,
Or toxicity springs from intoxication,
Nothing erases the first steps of bliss,
Or can demolish memory's foundation.
© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
―
“Let my heart and mind
The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,
The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,
The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,
But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,
So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,
Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,
And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,
So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,
The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,
The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,
But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,
So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,
Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,
And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,
So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“Let my heart and mind
The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,
The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,
The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,
But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,
So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,
Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,
And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but it certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,
So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
The heart loves,
The mind thinks,
The heart wants to believe in what it loves,
But the mind denies to feel before it thinks,
The day brings her forth in beauty’s all possible forms,
The night hides her from the eyes desperate to see her,
Then the mind creates her in all known and felt forms,
While the heart begins to only beat for her,
The pulse of life seeks her in everything,
While the fear of death scares the mind,
But the heart is busy creating her life’s impressions in everything,
So that when the mind dies, it loves her with its own mind,
But neither the heart nor the mind bother to consult me,
For the mind believes what it thinks and the heart believes only what it feels,
And my mind constantly thinks of her, my heart only loves to feel her, and ah what a joy they both bring to me,
Because only when my heart is loving her, my mind the true pulse of life feels,
So I finally get to know the heart in love,
My mind that loves to think only her thoughts,
And finally I allow my heart to be the heart of love,
And my mind the mind of loving thoughts,
Her thoughts, her love, her feelings, her everything,
Until I lose every sense that defines me,
Because now just like my heart, wherever I might be, I only see her in everything,
Even her sensation now fills a major part of me,
And finally I manage to give all these feelings a name,
That always feels and sounds the same,
She, her beauty, her feelings and her name,
The world around me has not evolved, but it certainly has changed, but her feeling and my love for her remain the same,
So my love Irma, let my heart feel you long enough,
For it loves beating for you,
Let my mind think of you long enough,
For I love it, when it only thinks of you!”
― They Loved in 2075!
“I remember how your eyes tore through me like a knife, how I fell apart each time you smiled at me, how I crumbled when you touched me.”
― These Things
― These Things
“One and A Half Ex
(Sonnets 1429, 1430)
Once upon a time by the Bay of Bengal,
a naive tiger fell for a vain sheep.
The sheep had him eating out of her hand,
only to discard him for another sheep.
The tiger's world was turned upside down,
abandoning home-n-uni he set out as monk.
Then one afternoon underneath the tree,
the monk awakened to prophetic dimension.
The saintly tiger then returned home,
Lo, commenced his sleepless self-education!
He had already mastered all divine sight,
Now he needed to muster a scientific arsenal.
During his making he met a Balkan xena,
she was everything he could ever dream of.
But the tiger still had plenty struggle ahead,
even for the perfect partner it was too much.
She had a beautiful heart which grew weary,
waiting for a giant with the world on shoulder.
The first whole love of the tiger came to halt,
after four magical years of timeless forever.
Though devastated, unable to think-n-work,
this time this was no longer a naive tiger.
Gloom galvanizes conviction invincible,
Shattered heart makes shade for the world.”
― Dervis Vadisi: 100 Promissory Sonnets
(Sonnets 1429, 1430)
Once upon a time by the Bay of Bengal,
a naive tiger fell for a vain sheep.
The sheep had him eating out of her hand,
only to discard him for another sheep.
The tiger's world was turned upside down,
abandoning home-n-uni he set out as monk.
Then one afternoon underneath the tree,
the monk awakened to prophetic dimension.
The saintly tiger then returned home,
Lo, commenced his sleepless self-education!
He had already mastered all divine sight,
Now he needed to muster a scientific arsenal.
During his making he met a Balkan xena,
she was everything he could ever dream of.
But the tiger still had plenty struggle ahead,
even for the perfect partner it was too much.
She had a beautiful heart which grew weary,
waiting for a giant with the world on shoulder.
The first whole love of the tiger came to halt,
after four magical years of timeless forever.
Though devastated, unable to think-n-work,
this time this was no longer a naive tiger.
Gloom galvanizes conviction invincible,
Shattered heart makes shade for the world.”
― Dervis Vadisi: 100 Promissory Sonnets
“Emotion
I can be a little shy
In time, you'll learn why
But right now, (I somehow)
≈ want to be
Clothed in your devotion
{trust me}
I'm never ~ this open
Feelings like this
Are Heaven sent gifts
And right now, (I'd somehow)
≈ cross the floor of the ocean
To taste your emotion
Excerpt from:
Jacob's Ascent, New Collected Poems by Mekael
© Mekael Shane 2024”
―
I can be a little shy
In time, you'll learn why
But right now, (I somehow)
≈ want to be
Clothed in your devotion
{trust me}
I'm never ~ this open
Feelings like this
Are Heaven sent gifts
And right now, (I'd somehow)
≈ cross the floor of the ocean
To taste your emotion
Excerpt from:
Jacob's Ascent, New Collected Poems by Mekael
© Mekael Shane 2024”
―
“She
You are "she"
She who clothes herself
In light
And wears it
As if it's élan vital
You are "she"
She who wakes the Angels
'Causing them to spread their wings
So they'll rise up from the radiant abyss
In order to touch the vaulted firmament
You are "she"
She whose heart in me
Causes me
To believe what I feel
But, cannot see
You are "she"
She, the myth alive
The she who
Feels me with love
And fills me with love
Excerpt from:
Jacob's Ascent, New Collected Poems by Mekael
© Mekael Shane 2024”
―
You are "she"
She who clothes herself
In light
And wears it
As if it's élan vital
You are "she"
She who wakes the Angels
'Causing them to spread their wings
So they'll rise up from the radiant abyss
In order to touch the vaulted firmament
You are "she"
She whose heart in me
Causes me
To believe what I feel
But, cannot see
You are "she"
She, the myth alive
The she who
Feels me with love
And fills me with love
Excerpt from:
Jacob's Ascent, New Collected Poems by Mekael
© Mekael Shane 2024”
―
“Anne Hathaway's Garden by Stewart Stafford
In Stratford, lies a garden's tended hair,
Two lovebirds, Avon swans, nested there.
Anne kept counsel as Shakespeare's bride,
United home and clan over distance wide.
Pestilence, flood and war roared with fright,
This English idyll thrived in the pastoral light,
Rose, rosemary pruned with nurturing care,
Floral Tudor fireworks, exploding fragrant air.
The Bard, swansong past, returned to her,
Wooed Anne with words, the heartbeat spur,
To walk and reminisce among the green,
Sparked a fire that life apart rendered lean.
Anne Hathaway's garden outlived them all,
Paralleled words, evergreen, as in virgin scrawl.
© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
―
In Stratford, lies a garden's tended hair,
Two lovebirds, Avon swans, nested there.
Anne kept counsel as Shakespeare's bride,
United home and clan over distance wide.
Pestilence, flood and war roared with fright,
This English idyll thrived in the pastoral light,
Rose, rosemary pruned with nurturing care,
Floral Tudor fireworks, exploding fragrant air.
The Bard, swansong past, returned to her,
Wooed Anne with words, the heartbeat spur,
To walk and reminisce among the green,
Sparked a fire that life apart rendered lean.
Anne Hathaway's garden outlived them all,
Paralleled words, evergreen, as in virgin scrawl.
© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
―
“But I don't forget, and I don't forgive,
Never.
When you said goodbye for the first time, I was gone Forever!”
― Ethereal
Never.
When you said goodbye for the first time, I was gone Forever!”
― Ethereal
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