Why do we always find a way to come back to eachother? He said.

Me: it reminds me of a wind chime,like the wind blows us back into rhythm.

What? He said.

Me: Our hearts when we are chiming together it is like a mesmerizing melody.It reminds me that we are beings on our journeys meant to meet the ones we can't and don't ever want to forget. That kind of feeling that once you get that vibration that consumes you,you're never going to be able to replace it.

And he would of said: True.How can it be that we do this all the time ?

Me: Love is the catalyst to every decision, and this is how beauty shines through and creates happiness. Happiness is the meaning of life, and letting go of fear is the purpose. Individually our happiest place is while we are together...why are we holding back? **We are soul mates.

I have a luck dragon
and, he flys me through the sky
I have a luck dragon that never says goodbye
he flys me on his wings
high up in the sky
through storms, and rain
through all my trauma, and all my pain
I have a luck dragon
he's here to stay
he always wipes
every tear away.

the storms may come, let them come
change the color of the sea, let them come
the face may darken, toss and turn
the moon laughs
the creatures that live so deep
they rest soundly in their beds
without concern
this Love vibrates along the ocean floor
untouched

You hold the reins I wear,
I feel my skin blister in tear;
My heart lies in your hand,
My breath escapes your palm like sand.

You tied the reins that hold me back,
You didn't believe that I'd follow your track;
My love succumbs to cold despair,
This loneliness you can't repair.

I'm distorted here beside you,
I can see you're afraid of whats inside you;
The beasts ate your heart,
*With mine ruined, now we'll never part...

I remember staring into the mirror,
as a little boy,
and seeing my reflection.

Time has gone by,
and I have grown older,
but I still see this little boy,
every time I look in the mirror.

I’ve been trying to find myself,
whilst staring into this mirror,
wiping the fog from the glass,
but nothing seems clearer.

I still don’t know who I am,
or who I’m meant to be,
what am I supposed to do,
and what do you want from me?

Just please God speak for once,
or God give me a sign,
because I just sit by this mirror,
and cry every single time.

I’m in the middle of these crossroads,
but all routes lead to a dead end,
I’m going to stare into this mirror,
Till I find myself again.

.
~~
One day you were waiting
your soul singing,
behind an open window,
in front of a large meadow

For the days long
there you made a love song
that blew me so long
grew our love so strong

where never seen any sad,
even days were not at all bad

If I did a little late
that I never forget,
sometimes you made a huff
but between us there was no gap

..
O, the days have gone
If I do not make any wrong
yet the little robin sings the spring's song,
which I bought through my lifelong

But your silhouette,
doesn't go a little far off yet

With a mystic fate
there a pair of pigeons set
yet trying to mate
just before the last breath
.
..
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~