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 Aug 2014 Your Thoughts
Rumi
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?



The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.



I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.



I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.



I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.



If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
Many people hide their pain behind humor.
Which explains why we couldn't see the hurt to come.
We mention their substance abuse.
We mention their depression.
We just don't address their reason.

Many people smile before our face.
While within sad as can be.
We just think they high upon joy to be living.
Until the news comes.

They have left this earth of the living.
Then ,this is when we go searching for answers.
Beautiful flowers under a blue sky
Tempted her to pick some
One such special flower, narcissus
She was about to pick
When suddenly the ground opened
She gets swallowed to the underworld
Getting abducted wasn't on her list of fun
No one hearing her cries
One sudden message sends her back home
Six months with her mother
Six months underground
As she comes back flowers bloom
Autumn and Winter underground
Spring and Summer back at home
The society we live in has differed and changed
No matter how we try we never shall stray
The matter of peace is no more up for discussion
The outcome is utter disruption
The period of talking has expired
The time comes of execution
And there shall never be any resolution...
#A world without peace
Pomegranate is sweet on her lips as she stands on the barrier edge
Bit by bit petals stretched
The pomegranate seeds start to set in a spell
Yet not knowing soon she will be entering hell  
In the centre of earth a massive crack
Coming out the devil himself secretly planning an attack
The daughter of seasons was pulled in
Leaving the devil with a grin
Mother nature arrived too late
As her daughter stands by the entrance ‘’Gate of destruction’’
For six months she will stay below
In the other six she can enjoy the rivers flow.
My first attempt at a poem.
 Aug 2014 Your Thoughts
bones
I cannot write
I cannot find
behind the creases
of my mind
the words to fill
another line,
those words wait
out of sight
for now I
cannot write.
** hum

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