Story, Poems, Essays, Letters.

  My Moon  I love you ♾️ I will always be with my Moon — no matter what happens, no matter how things change. Sleep peacefully, don’t worry about anything. Focus on your other work. Whenever anything happens — I’ll be there, always. I belong to my Moon. I can understand and stay through every part of you — your dark sides, sad times, beauty, and goodness. ‘I love you’ doesn’t mean ‘only if things go right’, or ‘only until I find something better’. It’s not conditional. It doesn’t fade when something ‘special’ comes along. It is steady, unconditional, and unshakable. I’ll always stay with my Moon. I don’t love you because you are special — I love you because I choose to love you. In this world, nothing is truly ‘special’ in a lasting way, so nothing can reduce or take away my love for you. My love doesn’t come from ignorance. It doesn’t come from blind emotion. It exists clearly — fully. I’ve chosen to love you for this whole lifetime. So don’t say, “I’ll be sad or alone if you...

 Each drop of pleasure for which the whole world craves-When it tries to reach my head, it falls to my feet and dissolves. Each drop of pleasure, where the world sleeps and desires dominate, Pierces me like needles, revealing my place-my significance. In this world, where many surrender to pleasure, My heart always leads me away, bringing me back to you. I surrender to your divinity and love. Even if the world crowns me, even if Brahma himself bows at my feet, I will step back as if it were nothing and surrender at yours. I surrender to you.

  When a Wiseman Loves When a wise man chooses to love, he doesn’t love halfway. He loves deeply, without condition. Not because he doesn’t know better— but because he does.  People may return that love. They may give him a place in their hearts, a space that feels like home. It may look like he’s in a cage, a heart-shaped one built by the ones he loves. He may act like a fool. He may seem soft, vulnerable, small. But truth is— he holds the key. He could walk out any time. He could end it, break it, rebuild it all in his own way. But he chooses to stay. To sit low. To be gentle when he could be powerful. Because he knows… being able to leave, and choosing not to— that’s where real strength lives.