The world is a big mistake.
God, you should not have trusted men so much.
Men, yes, men.
Because you made them first.
In your likeness, they say.
Are you serious, Lord?
Men are like you?
Then what are women like?
Come on God, be serious.
What religion teaches us much such a joke.
Every bit of the world’s oceans takes its place in me,
When my love for you starts flowing.
All their depths come together
As my love for you takes shape,
And rises into an eternal,
Where I store your being, your soul and your love.
How can I ever explain how much
and why I love you?
Like the earth that is cooled with a pour from the clouds,
My heart finds solace in you.
Like the tree that rejoices in the rains,
My body becomes alive with your touch.
Like alcohol that soothes the nerves,
Your words calm my troubled mind.
What else can I want from you, my love?
Hold my hands for ever,
And let my being find shelter in you.
Love me as I love you, my love.
Let me make you the happiest man alive.
Did I say why I love you?
I think I know why.
Because I find my being in your eyes.
My heart in your throbs.
My thoughts in your mind.
My life in your breaths.
Should I say that again?
Every night I dream of the snake
That hisses but never bite.
One night, I woke from that nightmare,
Only to find that snake on the bed next to me.
When did you transmogrify, my dear?
“A lot of water has flown under the bridge since we last met.”
“Why, because the bridge was stationary.”
What is better?
To be the bridge
Or the river?
I prefer the river,
Who wants to know my choices?
Every human must go on living
as decreed by his social circumstances.
If I say the society kills your life,
Dogs of the society bare their fangs at me.
I live like the bridge,
wanting to be the river,
and all the water keeps on flowing under the bridge.