Deposed king

She sat with fear in her eyes contemplating the overturned cup.
She said;
My son, do not be sad, Love is written for you.
My son, he who dies for the religion of the beloved has died a martyr.
Your cup, is a terrifying world.
Your life, travels and wars.
You will love often, my son.
And return as the king who has been conquered... In your life, my son, there is a woman.
Her eyes ... Praise be to Him who is worshiped,
Her mouth ... is drawn as bunches of grapes;
Her laughter ... is music and roses.
But your sky is full of rain and your path blocked for your heart’s beloved, 
my son,
Sleeps in a haunted castle. The castle is large, 
my son.
It is guarded by dogs… and soldiers.
Your heart’s princess is sleeping.
He who enters her chamber is lost.
He who asks for her hand, is lost,
He who descends the walls of her garden, Is lost.
He who attempts to touch her hair, My son, Is lost . . . lost.
I have looked and read often, but never have I read a cup like yours.
I have never known, my son, Sadness like yours.
It is your destiny ever to walk in love, upon the edge of a dagger. To remain lonely as the oysters, sad as the willow
It is your destiny ever to remain in the sea of love, without rescue, To love her with millions of times, And to return as the deposed king.

God only knows

love is magic but magic is an illusion
So is the heart shrouded in a lie, when love enters it..?
An illusion distorting the eye, bear witness to such deception O, such a beautiful lie. 

What is seen is not the truth, what is cannot be said

Trust comes not without seeing nor understanding without words
The wise comprehends with knowledge to the ignorant it is but a wonder
Some worship the formless God
Some worship his various forms
In what way our God is beyond these attributes
Only the Knower knows.. yet that charming music cannot be written, now tell me...!
How can then be.... the notes..?

Tired but never expired

I can't think of a day, a week, a month or a year that passes, where my thoughts, are not with you. 
Even though, I tell myself, it's not the best thing to do. 
It may be easy for someone else, to tell you it's time to let go. 
But their feelings are not mine, so how are they to know. 
No doubt there have been others, who have been in the same shoes before. 
For me, especially it's just so impossible to close that door. 
I feel when I keep you near, it adds a great deal to my sanity.
That's why you're always in my heart and forever... a part of me!