risa story

I have been creating a space , a sky without name between us. You dont know me there.. There are secrets..unspoken stories, unknown feelings. You asked me why I said because love is about questioning Not knowing and at the same time trust

simply beautiful with you, not really care whether nothing we can do for this endlessly.. unstoppable circle of my life and yours.. “Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.”  ―  Alan Lightman ,  Einstein's Dreams

for million of things I have kept from you.. I do love you.

For thousand questions with answers.. Love arrogantly gives me the clouds and the stars and the skies of words I don't understand.. I am listening and waiting.. “Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.”  ―  Rumi ,  The Essential Rumi

Irrational is.. when the life that I want to have and the story of my real life..collide. I am in awe, seeing my weakness; taste my emotions. I am nothing and.. love is sitting beside me.. saying nothing..

listen to myself.. my dialogues and disagreements.. my apology..( said to myself kindly this morning ) you need to feel these.. through these.. and at the same time.. your name is nothing..but his become yours Is it love in disguise..? “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”  ―  Pablo Neruda ,  100 Love Sonnets

could you hear that puffy clouds..outside drops of dusts and wind mixed in silence with passionate language of feelings. and could you feel me? become smaller than your finger tip.. evaporate.. through your pores.. going through our room..to the clouds, the dusts, the wind and tell me.. how many cups of coffee we have missed for years.. the stories; of mine and yours.. tell me.. is it love..

For this what we do. Put one foot forward then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more. Add our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day. With love. The passionate search for a truth other than our own. With longing the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long.. As fate keeps waiting. . we live on.. and in love.. From Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts

Said to you.. be brave to fall in love... feel the pains... hold closer in your arms and be afraid of losing the one that you love.. cry laugh dreams together thousand wishes.. Told you this.. because love is always asking you to be vulnerable enough.. honest enough.

How could honesty, the pain of being us..? The questions that not being answered.. My wish and yours.. Could create this..

I don't ask you more than.. be with me.. and listen to the stories of wrong and right.. the myths.. what they want from us.. everything..anything our jealousy.. our..needs Things that we've never understood.. never asked to.. but this love... is...

please, if you could.. stay for one day in my heart.. wandering around, feeling my heart beats.. and you could see me through my eyes. “A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.”  ―  Rumi ,  Words of Paradise: Selected Poems of Rumi

I did not understand love.. noisy and crowded, too many messages Quietly my heart asked love to stop talking.. And love is listening to ours..

in my arms.. hug us tightly.. and our hearts beat in silence.. for things need to be understood by us..or leave behind with our steps. “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing  and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.”  ―  Rumi

why life eagerly tells me different stories.. each of them shows me the secrets, the pains, the love, the stories.. each of them let me inhale and exhale different air of consciousness the dreams and the questions.. the clear thoughts from the sky and the earth at the same time.. I am sitting with a cup of coffee..and my eyes travel with clouds and wind. the smell of people around me.. the heart beats listening patiently.. the old songs that anchor me into memories and my stories. how could I am so rich with these experiences.. and at the same time so naive. I am in love with you..

life is fun.. make mistake and admit that.. fall in love and be a fool again.. flirting to remind me ; do my pilates and eat no meat.. get a success and forget that.. listen to annoying one and respon with a fake smile to make myself look disgusting.. tell my stories and dance! delete and TYPE new one delete and make fun of myself..

Rumi please sit down and tell me about my path.. i am not brave enough.. why me? please look at me.. i need reasons, please answer me, any logical thoughts to calm me down because my heart is torturing me. it is hurt fiercely. is it my fault, mistaken to feel..? this is pushing me into my edge of innocent, making me stubbornly in doubts.. please.. (no answer).. in silence.. until wind is kind enough to send me this..welcoming your life again..and be brave “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing  and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there.

this feeling is too strong.. weaken me.. create my wings.. take me forcefully to see me.. who am i.. how could i say something when i know nothing.. love is looking at me..waiting to tell another secrets.