Beauty that comes from inside never wilts.
It is the beauty of mind, character, deeds etc.
This kind of beauty is in short supply these days.
It is not how you look that makes you beautiful.
It is how you carry yourself around.
Looks fade, eyes grow pale, skin wrinkles, butts shrink, voice slurs
And knees shake but the heart that is true to itself never fades.
It is impossible for a man
To fall in love without showing
Signs of intoxication.
Because in woman man finds wine.
But in man, woman finds
Different, hard like a shield.
Intoxication has no place in a
Woman’s heart so when a woman
In love appears intoxicated it is
A play meant to mimic man to sustain
His attention. Woman is rational.
Those who have love in abundance do not normally base their love on reason. They love almost spontaneously because they derive some happiness or fulfilment from pouring their hearts out to others. The most impotent and fruitless form of love so far is selflove. It is without friction, as a result it’s like cold ashes and produces no flames. By self love I mean seeing and being concerned with only oneself in the universe.
How long will you
Continue in that direction?
Is that what you want?
Is your soul happy with that?
I’m available if you want
To talk. You can be with me.
Remember, I was the one
Who said “come to me.”
I meant it when I said it.
The heart is an ocean
And we are all free divers.
Some plunge deeper.
Others go shallow.
She plunged deepest.
She knows him more than
He knows himself.
I’m imperfect and exact.
I have no idealism within me, only raw
Passion – wild and lively and a little crazy.
I talk when excited or agitated.
But most of the time I’m quiet.
I know what I want and that is you.
I still have the list of things I like about you.
I know winning your trust will not be easy.
But I hope you don’t misunderstand me.
Imperfect love, that I can give you.
There were those who never found love, my darling,
Who opposed our union and pronounced every evil wish,
One after another – upon us.
But O my, we would laugh.
It all adds up to the madness of love.
The smile in your face wakes me
From life’s terrible nightmares.
Your voice and touch, so gentle but electrifying.
We would hold each other tight – laughter and whispers.
In the morning we will sit by the sea – half nude.
And watch the passing flock of swans across the yellow glowing sun.
We would drink cheap wine to celebrate our new found love.
Those who are still sane and therefore single,
They will be consumed by their narcissism.
Love puts a check on self-love.
I see you.
In the midst of thousands of sayers,
I see you.
I only pretend I am not looking but
I see you.
You speak of homes and pools and flowers.
You speak of pain, sorrow and disappointments.
Still, you shine like a diamond.
I just don’t know what to say to you;
(I enjoy your photos).
Maybe we can begin with a dialogue
And see where the road leads.
No one can compete with you
For my attention.