Letters to My Love… (2)

You are the smile on my face, inspiration for my foot steps, and motivation behind my breath. No less, and a lot more! How many times do I want to tell you that I love you, but there are not enough words. And, the words commonly used are not dignified enough! O Love! O Love! O Love! You teach me how to live. You are an example of life itself. Actually, you are ‘the’ Life. Your eyes are full of dreams, even at dusk! Who knows it is a new beginning! Your lips have freshness of rose petals, and, your smile is like that of an infant!

You made my life what it should have been ideally.what it was, when you first met me, but a replica of hell.my eyes were as dark as starless nights, my lips were dry leaves, and smile that of a dying person. You made me live, you made me love, you made me the Love!

The UnSaid: Listen to the Silence

 

Dear friends, I am glad to announce that the ebook version of my first chapbook ‘The UnSaid’ is available on Amazon.com for preorder now. The paperback will be available on Nov. 7, 2018. I hope that you like the work.

Thanks.

Sahar Raman Deep.

 

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Innocence Lost

On the other side of the shore

Eyes await for the lonely child

Who Got lost among walls

Of mine and thine

Innocence is compromised

Sickness is invited

And tenderness wipes it’s nose with sleeve

When borders are built

On land

Or

on paper

…Sahar Raman Deep

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

In Rawness of Emotions…

In rawness of emotions
In rawness of thought
In rawness of heart
When no seed is bown
I think of humanity
How it has grown!… Read More

In rawness of emotions
In rawness of thought
In rawness of heart
When no seed is sown
I think of humanity
How it has grown!

Humanity meant
Law of jungle in forest
And the only rule
Was to survive
Then came the tribes
And the societies
Where survival was safe
And the need was to thrive.
Being loyal to the group
And to the leader
Was the mandate
Even if it meant
Death to the tenant.

Some saints and sages
Have been talking since ages
Of the particular
And the universal
And saying
Both are one
And the key to this realization
Is freedom, and alas!
Freedom is none!

They say we are free.
Though unchained and unbound
We are bound by
None other than we.
This is the story
Of us humans
Separated from the nature
Who bore us
In her womb
And many others
Whom we have forgotten.

We wait for a the doom!

…. Sahar Raman Deep.
12/14/16

Great Quotes 2

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“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the water to create many ripples.” Mother Teresa

Poem

Write me down
On a piece of paper
And place it securely
In your heart
So that… Read More

Write me down
On a piece of paper
And place it securely
In your heart
So that
Naver can I
Escape thee

Lock me in
The ink of fate
And seal it
With thy name

Put me under
The tip of your pen
That I may sing you
Forever, till eternity!

O royal prince
Content am I
With what you give me
For nothing lies
Beyond your eyes!

Pilgrimage

There is no pilgrimage holier than of self to Self. (Read more…)

On the way home
Back to my heart
Blisters are on feet
And mouth is desert

Back to my roots
After wandering in skies
Having lost all mine
I walk like a monk

Great pilgrimage is this
In the meadows
In the rain
To the alter of me
Standing still-

Since ages!

… Sahar Raman Deep.
11/14/16

Us.. .

Not in the mind
Not in the brain
In the serenity of soul
I long for you… read more.

Not in the mind
Not in the brain
In the serenity of soul
I long for you

You, the eternal being
You, the soul of souls
You, the magnificent whole

You, who is born as me
You, who is born as he
You, who is born as us

Our relation is
That of the oneness
We are not three
We are one

We are one
That there is none
Who is not me
Who is not he
Who is not you

It is all us
It is everywhere us
And,
It’s no where us.

… Sahar RD (10/31/16)

Also read Legends .

Refugee Camps

Have you ever felt hopeless? Please participate in the discussion.

 

No,
Nothing new
To look forward to…
Is it called hopelessness?

Since long
They have lived with
All that was,
Having lost
Home, love and future
In hope of
Something better
For their children
Who now play
With broken dreams
In the refugee camps!

… Sahar Raman Deep
10/29/16

Also read The Legends .

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

Empty Vessel

Love, when pure and soulful, is fearless.

The empty vessel
Of my love
Rattles in
The monuments

None aware
Of my pathos
Hangs out
And has fun

A yogi when
Loves the world
Gifts his heart
And soul together

If you and I
Could love like this
No fear’ll be
Left in any den

… Sahar RD
10/20/16