Candle-lit Way

When I was going become a moth and burn myself to ashes jumping into a flame of a candle,
she lit my way with thousands of candles.

Being Love

What a lovely evening!

The sun sinking in the sea and boats sailing back to the shore.

Let me fall in love once gain.

But oh no..!

How painful is this fall..! It makes me bleed.

Better to just love some lass.

But then I have to embark upon a long journey to find a lass.

No.

Not tomorrow and somewhere 

But here and now.

Falling in love is nothing but suffering.

Finding a love is nothing but chasing a mirage.

Then what to do?

Let me simply become love.

Alas, becoming needs efforts

And efforts are affectations.

Then, now what?

Let me just be love.

Being love here and now.