Love is the fulfillment of Passion
Someone stays in the forest, settles in a settlement
Love accompanies
Love for fragrances
Love is the song of the seasons
The mind of the sparkling waters of love waterfalls
The body of a peacock dancing in the forest of love
Love turns to sunshine in a snowy winter
Love is like cool shadows in the hot deserts
Love is like a village in a strange world
Love heart
Love is the cure for the soul
Love is an idol
And sometimes that which is broken somewhere in the temple of the heart
Love glass doll
If it falls from someone's hand in the air
Love is smallpox
And if it bursts
Love is a disease
Love is morning
Love is evening
Love is night
Love rains in the twinkling eye
In the sleep of love, on the paths of sensual dreams
Burning, coming to life, there is an ambush of ratjags
Love wins
Love dies
Love is passion
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ishfaq hussain
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
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