A true lover always comes with an empty hand and a raptured heart
Laila dies for Majnun and Heer adores Ranja, and vice
versa.
The drowning of Shereen and Farhad for each other are mere
stories.
The actual experienced reality goes opposite to it.
Neither Laila loves Majun nor Ranja adores Heer,
Neither Farhad brings milk from a mountain nor does Ranja
and Heer drown for each other.
The true lover never finds his soulmate.
S/he only gets a few memorable moments which always kill
him/her.
Those devastating moments create holes in the lover’s
heart like a flute
The voice in that heart becomes the sound of a flute
Every word of that heart becomes voice of the God.
Makes holes and holes, wounds and wounds.
The love lives inside of the lover and kills him/her day and night
The lover knows that s/he has brought up a un curable disease
And finally, the true lover dies of the parasite
Thus, true love is the parasite of the lover.
"Love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs"
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