"Indeed We created man, and We know what his own self whispers to him."

-Al-Qur'an 50:16-

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Be easy on the lovers

Their hearts are weak from yearning

Struck with madness of which they wish never to be rid

Have mercy on them

When fools tears fall, no sun will rise until their hearts are quenched

Their struggle will persist until the world yields

What lengths they will not go, what rock they leave unturned?

Passionate hearts steering the mind that has forgotten its purpose

To laugh or reprimand is to increase them in grievance

Please, be easy on the lovers

What soul is tortured more than the rational lover?

One whose heart yearns violently while the mind protests prudently

Inner sanctum devoid of harmony

Making nights restless, days tedious, thoughts torturous

Never allowing oneself relief for fear of consequence

Patience against temptation

Patience in hope that this passion will subside

The heart may slip into desperation or mutate into a cynic

It may mature with experience and add in character

It may forever languish with unrequited love

What ever the case the warning remains the same

Be easy on the lovers