risa story

. . need to listen to my heart to see this simple beauty.. people..in their houses.. night and its warm coldness. it speaks loudly and bluntly.. i need to stop talking.. waiting to know the stories being kept.. take them all into mine..

there are times... i could feel there is no hatred in my heart.. pure..and white as silk.. i may say wrong things, do unusual, going places to where nobody wants to think and go beyond sky and clouds..and talking strange language.. i am weird and quirky.. unpredictable.. and drinking coffee with you.. easy.. simple.. it is time when i could not find others crawled in my life..no stories before..or yours it is only us.. and me, looking at us.. could i say more to life? let me hug you.. so our hearts beat the same tune..again “The heart is a The thousand-stringed instrument That can only be tuned with Love.” ― حافظ , The Gift  

thousands things to be celebrated.. promise to myself many times for not taking things for granted.. and looking at you.. is one thing..

it is my "happily ever after" in each and every moment i do say yes to life and say... i love you..

i am sure that i have been with you for so long.. before our time and places here.. before names were created and called.. it was an ordinary way for you and me to meet us.. maybe too ordinary.. because this life is part of our journeys.. and soon or later.. our hands are holding each others, like it used to be.. past and future, they dance with us.. mornings know very well  how to greet us.. nights know how to pamper us.. forgive me..for you found me first.. or i may say, found us first.. but still the taste of our love is beyond our words.. “The Earth would die If the sun stopped kissing her.” ― حافظ , The Gift  

life is simple, maybe i need to be simple too so i could dance with...

this place... where you are right now God circled a map for you.. Hafidz.

i do simply adore you.. because you welcome me to taste your past... and ask me to stay in the moment..

slow down, so i could rediscover the core of my being and as usual.. love talks to me clearly

i could sense life.. discuss with and perceive things that are hidden.. construct reconstruct create and diminish simply by drinking my coffee i do listen and stop comment.. please, sit with me... be yourself and me... let me be us...

for me.. a closed door isn't a strong reason for not enjoy knocking.. it's fun waiting to be opened..to be honest.. the thrill.. yeah' it may take time.. but who knows.. a surprise party for me..?

persons and events  i just did see before.. waiting in amazement as i know they will appear in such persist sequences not going to blame myself.. i may accidentally listen to the secret.. went away to where time and place have no name..