Love is the irresistible desire
To be irresistibly desired.
I am a wild lover.
Love consumes me. I let go.
My soul boils inside me.
My kisses will stain your skin
My eyes will burn your heart.
I will break you and I will fix you.
I am addictive. I am yours.
It isn’t any gain nor it’s any loss
I don’t know why your absence
Feels like your presence.
With you only my day starts
A pleasant evening comes.
Every moment I breathe
My life gets a meaning with you only.
Your eyes are in my eyes
Your arms are in my arms
There is nothing of mine within me.
What has happened
Your words are in my words
My nights are your gifts
Why has all of me become yours?
What has happened
Wherever I go I meet you there
With you only, there is silence in loud noise
There is a slight unconsciousness
Half a promise at times
More than half at times
My heart desires that
I make that of faithfulness.
Even on separating it doesn’t separate
Even on breaking it doesn’t break
The string has been attached
With you of faithfulness.
I’m because of you
Whatever I’ve become today
With you only I find the paths
I find the destinations
It isn’t any gain nor it’s any loss
I don’t know why your absence
Feels like your presence.
Love has broken many hearts
And burned down many houses,
Yet why do people love
And trade heart for pain?
They seek gathering.
But, all they get is loneliness.
Love is a path that
Reaches no destination.
There is no success.
The heart eventually breaks.
This is how love concludes.
The world will never understand
Why does the moth get so uneasy?
And burns itself in flame.
The life of Passionate people
Is full of sighs.
Why do people still love?
The rainy season makes
Separation unbearable when
Heart yearns for someone
Tears come out of eyes.
The life becomes useless.
Some complaints are there all the time.
Medicines become ineffective.
Even the prayers do not heal.
How does everyone still accept this
And swallow the poison (of love)?
This happens all the time in love.
The beloved is accused of all the pain.
This spectacle repeats day and night.
The stories of love become
Longer than the nights.
People in love tell tales
Of beloved’s tyranny.
That the beloved is untrustworthy.
That the beloved is unfaithful.
They call names to the tyrant
Whom they love so much.
Why do they do all this?
Why do people love?
It isn’t any gain.
You are my favorite kind of
Heartache I can’t forget.
You were my favorite mistake
That I can’t erase from my mind.
You are the one I keep trying to forget,
But my heart won’t let me.
No matter how hard I try,
Your name still lingers on my lips.
I can’t forget you because you are
Still the missing piece in my heart.
My heart holds onto the
Pieces of you that I can’t forget.
Even when I don’t want to remember,
My mind keeps playing
Back to the memories of you.
Every time I try to forget you,
My heart reminds me why I can’t.