Majnun’s Embrace
Blindly obey love,
a dance with destiny,
reach for the phone,
feel its cold, hard promise
and make the call.
Utter that first,
“I love you,”
under a starlit sky,
a pause heavy with dreams,
“Me too,” perhaps?
You can’t step back
from the cliff’s edge,
the world shrinks below,
it is only down,
now fall together.
For love is a shroud,
it is Majnun in the moonlight,
where each pulse races
like Layla’s fleeting shadow,
leaves the mind to wander.
In this leap, find surrender,
a plunge into the unknown,
where hearts beat
in silent rhythm,
echoing through the chasms of time.
And in that endless moment,
love weaves
its unseen tapestry,
threads of joy and sorrow
intertwined in the loom of fate.
For in love, we are both lost
and found,
adrift in its boundless sea,
yet anchored
in the harbor of another’s soul.
With every breath tethered
to the rhythm of another,
we find ourselves lost
in a labyrinth of emotions,
where echoes of ‘us’ resonate.
Yet in this maze,
there’s a beauty untold,
where vulnerability meets strength,
fear intertwines with bravery,
and in letting go, we hold on.
