“ What if the poem loses?What if it never tastes victory like the intent it was written with? ”
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love.
~ Akif Kichloo
That window which connects youto the agony of other people;that’s your soul.Close that window and you are soulless. And a soulless man is vestigial.He hears but cannot listen. He sees but cannot notice.And everyone knows:when eyes and ears become jobless,We look for excuses.We hear angels and devils speak. We confabulate.We make up godsand lick their feet.—Superstitions
The universe on your skin is emptyfrom all the silence on your tongue.Forgive yourself. Let your body healfrom all the wounds you did not inflicton yourself. Drop the sword you carryon your shoulder for self-defense.Lower the armor you hold high upfor protection. Those who harmed youare not going to come back. Those whohave left never intended to return.
So often we confuse mistakes for soul mates, lessons forlovers, and at the same time worthy life partners for one-night stands. It’s an epidemic.
