thelamentingsoul

[thelamentingsoul]

It sneaks up on me, like a memory I thought I'd lost. A wave crashing against the shore, your presence is overwhelming. Fleeting moments, forever trapped in my subconscious. The tide of ecstacy retreats, emptiness surrounds me. I'm alone once more, at the mercy of the ocean. This is my affliction.

#Ocean #Memories #Love

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I am the lover who has no homeland. In search of He who is without home.

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في الجنة حب بلا فراق

In Paradise there is love without separation

[thelamentingsoul]

“Are you aware that the word “passion” means “suffering”?”

— Victor Hugo, from a letter to Adèle Foucher written c. March 1822

[thelamentingsoul]

Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

― Milan Kundera, R.I.P. 1929- 2023

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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tu hi ruh ka sukun

- you are the peace of my soul

[thelamentingsoul]

“Find me a house where no one can ever come. I like talking to you, but to no one else in the whole world.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Lytton Strachey wr. c. September 1925 

[thelamentingsoul]

There is no life, without end.

Rush, to your Beloved's embrace.

Like a flower which blossoms, only to fall.

Searching, for a way back home.

#Life #Death #Meaning #Poem

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...and just like that, we became strangers.

[thelamentingsoul]

كذب الموتُ ف الحسين مخلّد

— Death lied, Husayn is eternal

[thelamentingsoul]

كلماتي عالقة بين كتابتها وعدم قولها

My words are stuck between being written and staying unsaid.

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To endure oneself may be the hardest task in the universe.

Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah

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#ya hussain #Arbaeen #Iraq #Islam #Shia #Imam Hussain

[thelamentingsoul]

“The great pain, is to love someone who doesn’t love you, And the greatest pain, is to love someone who loves someone else. الألم العظيم هو أن تحب إنسانا لا يحبك. و الألمن الأعظم هو أن تحب إنسانا يحب سواك”

— Shahrazad al-Khalij

[thelamentingsoul]

Every time I close my eyes, you are there, beside me.

Eyes glimmering, like the edge of the sun, escaping the shroud of an autumn cloud.

I hear the sound of your voice, a passing whisper, like leaves blowing in a faint summers breeze.

I am tormented, by your memory, your evanescence.

Yet every time I wake, I long to see you, just once more.

Some call it death of the living, the path to insanity, but how can I let myself forget.

[thelamentingsoul]

There is joy in suffering for he who knows its purpose.

[thelamentingsoul]

In the name of He who created this world and its beauty from nothingness.

#Qom #Iran #shi'a #islam #thelamentingsoul