A Letter to My Love

Some people are more important than stardom or money; so are you. You are not only a person, but my relationship with myself. You are a song that my soul sings. You are the light in which my being seeks to understand Love. You are a you who has made love myself.

A thought: what if you are not real? You may not be real, but the love between us, at this moment in space and time, is more than real than any real can be. It is extraordinary! A moment lived in this living moment is more true than any number of years, centuries or lives lived in a common ‘love’ of give and take, of trust and doubt, of me and you.

Among us, there is no me and you. Among us, it’s a world of stars. Among us, there is unlimited expansion not to be limited by any binaries. Among us, there is only ‘us’; and ‘us’ is of oneness, of non duality, away from the world divided into dimensions.

Sahar Raman Deep.

5/21/17

Qisse- The Legends of Love 

What is your inspiration of love? What idea of love suits you the most- only the physical gratification or a soulful union too? You are invited to share your views.

 

Reading, knowing and being aware that a selfless, soulful, true love, in which the two lovers do not have a desire to possess, are not jealous, and find happiness in each other, is not only motivating and inspirational, but a solace to the starving heart as well. Also, it is always a pleasure to read about those who have achieved the zenith of love, who have met their soulmates and are living in perfect union with each other, in the way that yogis say, ‘you am I and I am thee’.

We, in the world of technology, too, have become technical, torn apart between the cravings of body and the needs of soul. Everyone is looking for that ‘one’, without wanting to be ‘the one’. This needs a lot of conviction, empathy, and shunning of materiality. With this in mind, I have decided to write this book, with not one, or two, rather three stories of eternal love. They are intermingled with each other in a way that one is the part of other.

The three stories I am talking about come from the land of undivided Punjab, half of which now lies in India and the other half in Pakistan, and are the mythic legends of Love- or Qisse. These are the stories of love found, and lost in the world, and attained to the fullest in world of spirits. These lovers go beyond what is physical, much beyond the idea of possession and long for union, not unity. A union is one in which the two merge together to form a new and higher than earlier identity; in unity the two remain separated. They are more like Khalil Gibran’s soul searching Love found in oneness of the life, and ‘the Life’. He writes, “Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love’.

This is what has given me the inspiration. What is your inspiration? How do you look at love? What is your idea of ideal love? I shall be delighted, and will appreciate if you would share your thought on the subject. It shall help me understand you better as I write for you. If you have other great ideas, please use the ‘Contact’ form.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ I shall soon be sharing the three stories as told in popular folklore! ???

… Sahar Raman Deep

 

 

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Lost in the Wide

When Self is lost, everything is lost.

I am
Looking for a creature
Long lost
Who I used to call ‘me’.

No clue of
Where she’s gone
No clue
What corner of universe
She is in
She used to say
The whole world is mine,
Earth is my home
And heart is shrine.

Whose heart now
Should I peep into
Which particle on earth
I dig deep
No where is she
No where is she

Such people
Who do not
Have a self
Get lost easily
In the wide

They are
Laughed upon
Because they are different
They are thought, To be like
The crow who wore
A peacock feather
And not the peacocks
Nor the crows
Accepted him henceforth.

But she was different
She was not the one
To be lost in the mob
Nor was she a crow
Or a peacock
She was the essence
Of Love
And Love was she
Indeed!

Was that me?
Now I wonder
Lost in the
Hustle of life
Wandering in
Many separated streets
The idea of unity
Is an alien.
And Love?
There is none.
Union is Love
Not the unity
Which now I have
With myself
And, I don’t know who…

…. Sahar Raman Deep
10/19/16