Love is … taking a walk in the park together.
Love is … reading him my favourite poems.Quietness … by RUMI Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side. Become the sky. Take an ax to the prison wall. Escape. Walk out like someone suddenly born into color. Do it now. You’re covered with thick cloud. Slide out the side. Die, and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. The speechless full moon comes out now.
Love is also … reading him my favourite poems, but he understands them not.
It started in April last year .. in my daily muse with …
Love is … us.
From then on, I started to keep a “Love is .. “ scribbles in my journal.
They seem like simple messages, but behind every scribble lies some of my encounters which has enlightened and opened myself to a better understanding to my kind of love, which until now I know not what. Yes, love is weird and not to be understood to keep it in its sublime state.
Then the scribbles got lost somewhere. So I decided to give them a place here …
Love is … a lazy Saturday afternoon.
Love is … forgiving.
Love is … understanding.
Love is … patience.
Love is … quiet.
Love is … the sound of chiru.
Love is … come walk with me.
Love is …. honest.
Love is … even when he comes for you in a truck, you will be happy to hop on that riding adventure with him.
Love is a bus ride.
Love is … holding your hand in our sleep.
Love is … being hungry and not asking why or how.
Love is … his heartbeat.
Love is … life may be tough from now but we are embracing the challenge.
Love is … September.
Love is … penning thoughts about you.
Love is … fearless.
Love is … “ A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.” – Paulo Coelho
Love is … being barefoot in paradise.
Love is … brave.
Love is …. lost without him.
…. To be continued ….