If you love poetry

Relationships are like flowers
They don’t know when they will bloom
And scatter down in time
Like the midday sun waking from a daydream
And thinking it’s the first light of a new morning
But it’s the last light of yesterday, Awaiting the arrival of tomorrow
You rejoice when you know what you face has yet to come
You cry and express love
You smile joyfully and then fall apart
In love… you seek princes and princesses
In farewell… you seek demons and victims
You fear loneliness Just as much as you fear falling in love and then falling apart

Calil said that love doesn’t know its own depth
Until it reaches the moment of departure
We know nothing but despair
Thinking life is moving forward
But in reality, it’s moving backwards
Back to being a wilted flower
And what else do we have to fear
If we know tomorrow is the last breath of life
Will we still fear to love?
Will we scream curses and insults?
If the clock of life revolves from the main pillar
Leaving only a few seconds of life
How ripe will the setting sun be?
How much will you savour the taste of the gentle breeze?

Is this not real life?
In a time when we don’t want to be anyone else
It’s just a part of consciousness
That peels away all illusions until they’re gone
It’s a part of a fallen leaf
A vital force of swirling waves in a vast river
An orange hue of ten more colours In the time when the sun dances
A companion at dawn when stars shine bright
A twilight that fades with the moon Dancing in the dream of awakening
Like a poet who dies in the war of freedom
But that poet will remain, Stirring up the revolution of freedom

If you’re ready to love
You must be willing to fall apart with it
Like raindrops from the sky
And your tears are just a part of the raindrops
Falling to the ground and shattering
Spreading across the earth Soothing wounds
And comforting you from nightmares when you wake

Rain never stops falling from the sky
And tears never stop flowing from your eyes until the end of life
That’s the vow to love
It’s the bravery to feel pain
It’s a confirmation of the existence
It’s the journey of breathing
It’s the fire that envelops you in winter
It’s the breeze that nurtures you in weariness
That’s love
That’s poetry
That’s imperfection.

If you come across a poem
That someone has discarded
But you pick it up and dust it off
Contemplate its meaning
It may be born out of hatred
That shattered from someone
But that doesn’t change its meaning
The poem still exists
The love of the poet still resides within it
Drive away whoever you want
If not just to soothe the writer
To get through the nights of falling apart
But truly, it’s about rebuilding anew

If you love a poem
You don’t need to find meaning
Just believe what you think
Feel what your heart tells you
The poem will lead you to someplace
Where there’s only you and your heart
Where the conversation never ends
Where love is born
And it will remain at that moment forever

The wind may carry love away
But it can’t take away its meaning
Because love is poetry
And poetry doesn’t demand itself
It serves to console
To bring back memories
To erase traces of hatred