Chananas

“I have all these great genes, but they're recessive. That's the problem here.”
― Bill Watterson, The Complete Calvin and Hobbes

“Stairway of desires

Loving you feels like loving my own desires,
All of them; and this feeling of loving my own desires,

Feels like a stairway of unending passions and wishes,
Where you and your love is the only wish of all my wishes,

As my heart climbs these steps, one at a time,
I wish the stairs never ended, for loving you is the loveliest time,

And when every step gets me closer to you,
I suddenly miss you, and I sink in the feeling of loving you without you,

For these might be the steps of desires and passions,
But as long as they do not arise from you they are only lesser passions,

That feel red, like the most beautiful red rose,
But what is a red rose worth if it doesn't smell like a rose,

So, I have stopped climbing the staircase of passions and desires,
Because they lead to a conduit feeling which is alien to my love’s true desires,

And if it continues like this, it will become my pernicious act,
Where I will forever be climbing the steps of desires, because it is a never ending act,

A staircase of passions and desires can last forever,
So let me stop on the step where I am now, and love you as if there were no forever,

There were just this step and just this moment, we call now,
Let me know you today, just like I had know you yesterday, to love in better ways now,

For who knows where the staircase might lead,
But I am sure, my wishes and all my desires, just unto you lead,

To you, to your heart, to your desires too,
And let me wait to hear that you feel the same too,

My penitent heart beats tirelessly, as if it has been cursed to throb endlessly,
Just to seek that one wish, one desire, that it loves so endlessly,

It created subsequent ripples of desires to keep finding a reason to throb,
The reason to love you Irma, is what you shall find if you probe the melody of my heart’s every throb,

So here I am standing on the stairway that is made of my desires and endless wishes,
Where every step is nothing but a representation of my desires arising from my wishes,

The wishes that seek you in everything,
Even in the fire that kills the moth, because the fire of passions burns brighter than everything,

Brighter than all stars, brighter than the moon too,
You would indeed feel the same when you fall in love, someday you shall too!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, Take Me Tomorrow

“Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”
― Pablo Neruda, Love Poems