#about love.

[wuyoob]

there's something about doing reincarnation plots and, like. implementing that in verses, that really gets to me with wuya. because she's had quite a lot of awful lives- most of them spent alone. but there is always that one life, that one. where she finds someone she loves, people she cherishes, where she has a place to belong and feel wanted in. she values those lives, and it's the first time she'd experience the fear of losing all of it to things she cant control. idk. im just thinking of these, moments that wuya lets herself have. enjoying herself, feeling more alive than she's ever felt. rghhg honestly i cannot believe how much of a lovergirl wuya has become.

and that does bring me to like. love in general. media has made love into this cringe, one note concept. but it's a lot more than just, the hearts, the kissing, the hand holding. for wuya it's everything; it's her belonging, her home, her sense of feeling completed or finished finally. and it isn't to discredit her; wuya is strong, and independent. love isn't submitting to someone else, it's giving them your unconditional trust and love in return. it's about equality and a mutual give and take. and YK WHAT'S CRAZY??? platonic and familial love are counted in this !! love of ANY kind !!!!!!

idk i think about what love means to wuya a lot. how in these reincarnation scenarios, they're the lives that end up sticking to her the most. that carry in her memory no matter how many times she's reborn.

[maeumsim]

Interior Portrait

You don't survive in me

because of memories;

nor are you mine because

of a lovely longing's strength.

What does make you present

is the ardent detour

that a slow tenderness

traces in my blood.

I do not need

to see you appear;

being born sufficed for me

to lose you a little less.

Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by A. Poulin)

[aap-kaisi-ladhki-hain-kammo-ji]

dearest, whatever happens, we'll go on loving each other, won't we?

-Franz Kafka, from Letters to Felice

[maeumsim]

You ask me what I mean by “devotion.” Devotion means I give you both my body and soul; it means I place both in your hands, and so in turn I desire your body and soul. And you ask me, “Why you? Why not someone else?” Because I can never give myself body and soul so completely to anyone else, and I can never desire someone else, body and soul, so completely.

Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre (1996)

[maeumsim]

I HAVE JUST SAID

I have just said

something

ridiculous to you

and in response,

your glorious laughter.

These are the days

the sun

is swimming back

to the east

and the light on the water

gleams

as never, it seems, before.

I can’t remember

every spring,

I can’t remember

everything—

so many years!

Are the morning kisses

the sweetest

or the evenings

or the inbetweens?

All I know

is that “thank you” should appear

somewhere.

So, just in case

I can’t find

the perfect place—

“Thank you, thank you.”

- mary oliver, felicity

[aap-kaisi-ladhki-hain-kammo-ji]

कान तुम्हारी तान कहीं से यदि सुन पाते तब क्या होता

मधुर प्रतीक्षा ही जब इतनी प्रिय तुम आते तब क्या होता !!!

[aap-kaisi-ladhki-hain-kammo-ji]

तुम्हें प्यार है, तो यक़ीन दो,

मुझे न कहो, तुम्हें प्यार है, मुझे देखने की न ज़िद करो,

तुम्हें फ़िक्र हो, मिरे हाल की,

कोई गुफ़्तुगू हो मलाल की,

जो ख़याल हो, न किया करो,

न कहा करो मिरी फ़िक्र है

मैं अज़ीज़-तर हूँ जहान से

या ईमान से, न कहा करो,

न लिखा करो मुझे वरक़ पर, किसी फ़र्श पर,

न उदास हो, न ही ख़ुश रहो

मुझे सोच कर, या खरोच कर, मेरी याद को न आवाज़ दो,

मुझे ख़त में लिख के ख़ुदाओं का न दो वास्ता

तुम्हें प्यार में न क़रार है, मुझे इस ज़बाँ का यक़ीन नहीं

कुछ और हो, जो सुना न हो, जो कहा न हो, जो लिखा न हो

तो यक़ीन हो!

[aap-kaisi-ladhki-hain-kammo-ji]

घर में कितना सन्नाटा है, बाहर कितना शोर

ये दुनिया दीवानी है या मेरा दिल है चोर

How quiet it is in the house, how noisy it is outside

Either the world is frenzied (lover) or my heart is a thief.