Is love a poem or a poet ?
To which the great says,”love is a poem with all its fragrance and taste.”
and the other says,” love is a poet with all its heart and words.”
Ay, to you I say,” Love is neither a poem nor a poet but the silence between a poem, being created and a poet, the creator.”
When the lover dies, the poet rises
When the poet dies, the poem rises
And when the poem dies, he himself rise as love
the love that dwells in midst of silence.
He who sees, cannot feel
He who feels, cannot see
such is the mystery of love
and a pity to me
for whom I to answer, Is love a poem or a poet ?
When love becomes poem, it lives forever
When love becomes poet, it suffers forever
and in between living and suffering
The silence remains, the silence of lover and loved.
The poet are busy; creating words
The poem are busy; cited verse
and when the worlds fall for the sound of pen and paper; the poetry coming so forth
the worlds fails the love
the world fails the silence
and the man who remember his beloved in silence becomes one, then he and his beloved cease to exist,
and my friend that is love, for love is beyond he, himself and his beloved.
There has been ages of mystic poets,
Who worshipped silence
There has been ages of poor poets,
Who belittled silence
But who cares, a mystic poet or a poor one
if he didn’t write love but only her poetry.
Poet, who writes love, fails at love
And from failed love, the poet rises
When the poet dies in his works, the poem rises
when the poems dies, he himself rise as love
the love that dwells in the silence and has no time as poet or poem
but only for his beloved to whom time fails.
and a pity to me,
for who am I , a lover or a love ?
to answer, is love a poem or a poet ?
