risa story

I am not romantic.. But..I am breathing with you.. In your arms.. Seeing what you have seen. Laughing at jokes you loved and I didn't quite understand. Staying away in moments when we hadn't known each other's names Try to read your lessons and equations when you were in college. Asking you to differ veins from arteries, sitting with me in library. Talking about our ex lovers..in silence. At the same time..I am breathing with you.. I do love you.

I am not romantic.. Thats because of...you are with me. I have long discussions with love for nights and days..

Tell me Rumi.. My wings take me to the places Make me reading easily human's needs and assumptions..easily see the devils or angels.. This world is like a play ground now .. or i must say like a play dough in my hands... But please Rumi People think i am risa, walking with others But they dont know that me is not with them.. For me future is the now.. The past is nothing just a shadow with no strong existence. Rumi... But whenever I see evils.. they smile back at me...knowing they are parts of me or maybe they are in me.. But Rumi.. I do okay with that.. Because I learn to let myself flows with life... And once again love put her arms around me... Labaika allahuma labaik..

Is it my life..a controlled dream? And you laughed at me.. Ok stop reading and thinking like thats the only thing you want in life! Lets go out and have cappuccino.. I love you

I was lost...in old cities.. Swirling smell of the ancient perfume of myrrh.. Became a witness. .walking beside you, listening in amazement.. Who am I.. This force is beyond my comprehension and yours, You agreed. Our souls and mine.. Who are we...in these souks of lives