You and I

The I that is in you is a different me than I  know myself,  so is me in every other person. The true me is not even known to me. And so it is about you too. The you that is in me is only known to myself  than actual you within yourself. Hope to find the actual I within myself, and may you too within yourself.  

 "Nothing is worth losing what you have in hand. Learn from every thing. What you are worthy of will always keep coming to you . Keep improving ."

 '' Courageousness is letting go of things that cannot be changed,   

Humility is  appreciating whatever we have, 

Hopefulness is  trusting the  divine providence 

And loving is being love ''

Ballad of a Candle

I had waited in eternity

To let the spirit light me 

And it was lit in time instinctively

The wax of you held me

And I was burning out 

The more I burnt

The more you lost 

But yet not for a moment

you failed to hold me 

And at some point I thought

I would part

Rather than finish out 

But you refrained

from turning away  

from your noble  fate 

And left me with 

nay to do but burn 

myself to annihilation 

While I watched your formless 

form dance around me 

and as fate willed

I too contemplated 

in burning with utter rhapsody 

And so as the curtains fell  

And the ending vision ensued 

In the heart of every witness 

a spectacular vision was beheld  

Of the wick, the wax, the fire, the dance

In the ballad of a Candle       

Written for Friday  writings # 38 : To Burn

@ Poets and Storytellers United 

Sometimes Rumi and me

Sometimes I am drunk in the drunkenness of an echoing love song 

Oh Rumi sometimes I do think I  have an insight  into your love wrecked heart

May be it was the blazing embers in the deep  of the earth that lighted your heart 

Or it was the bliss of cool rains from the  heavens that once you relished could never set apart

Or the splendour of celestial light  that moved through the ether into your cells 

Sometimes I drown in the deep waters of flowing thoughts  

The thoughts of how and what Rumi could have found

The secrets of a love which only Rumi could tell 

And the secrets of the same  I wish  to find