It’s never love
It’s the desire to be loved.
One never wants to get that LOVE.
After Love; there is no love remaining.
Humans do not know what to do when their desires are fulfilled.
It’s not the life, nor the living
It’s the death; that fulfills the living.
One must know how death is coming
As we did not see how birth was arriving!
I have been in love
I have been dying-
Nothing fulfilled me; can ever anything?
I guess I was a bird in my prior life
I had a heartfelt life; I had a partner; she used to flap her wings
My love felt near to fulfilled…
We made passionate Sin;
I do remember vividly; we did!
Now see, I’m no longer a bird! I am human…
I think it is time for us, for the human to
admit that, we don’t know how to love;
No one told us how love functions!
When I was a bird I wanted to tell mankind how love is!
They killed me… they shot a bullet into my chest!
I was in pain, No not in Love!