The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary.

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

Like freshly cut roses,
I place life in a vase...
of love.

You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.

Close your eyes.
Meditate on your love.
This is God.

Stop looking forward to things, look inward instead.

Poetry is jealous of you tonight,
for as soon as I come
to pen a few words,
your perfume attacks me
in the most civilised manner
and I forget myself.
I forget the poem.
I forget the .

We dance to seduce ourselves. To fall in love with ourselves. When we dance with another, we manifest the very thing we love about ourselves so that they may see it and love us too.

There is nothing I can do that won't bring me back to you.

Beauty is
dad kissing mom's hand when it cramps.
Beauty is
seeing a Persian woman dance.
Ugly is not the absence of beauty.
Ugly
is the inability to identify it.
The inability
to be surprised by it.
It is the persistent reluctance
to be made a child by it.
Beauty is
simply
the manifestation of
love.

Do you know what you get when you try to escape? When you drive for miles in a deserted city or swim for hours in a shoreless sea? You get yourself.

The reason as to why a human cannot give birth to himself is because he needs someone to help him. We are altricial, or helpless at birth, because we have to depend on others so that later in life when we are capable, we help those in need. And this is very much part of the circle of life.

What is the point of a relationship if not to grant two people the very private privilege to uplift one another every day?

We reveal most about ourselves when we speak about others.

They took my books
because my message was love.
They took my pen
because my words were love.
Then they took my voice
because my song was love.
Soon they'll take myself
so nothing remains.
But they don't know that when I'm gone
my love will stay.

Missing you,
I missed a part of me
I shared with you
that's now gone.

Missing you,
when really,
it was the way you made me feel
and the things you made us do.

Missing you
I shouldn't be.
But I can't help missing
who I was with you.

Missing you,
I missed
and missed so much of the world
and wasn't even missed in return.

You have brought me back to myself.

Until you see beauty everywhere,
in every face,
until then,
you are blind.

Moments of suffering are meant to empty us so that we may have the potential to tap into our truest depths.

It is wonderful,
this whole business
of tickling and kissing
God every night.