risa story

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