In love, the state of living, dying and coming back to life is also felt. Beloved’s love revives it like it breathes life into a dead existence and its dispassionate existence turns it into dust without turning it into dust. In spite of the apparent existence that has been granted, the flesh of love clings to us like gnats and eats us. The alternative to loving is suicide.
As a result, after getting rid of the shackles of this world, this process consumes the hereafter as well. Why has poetry and writing described love so beautifully for so long? Love, however, is only an imaginary affair. It does not exist anywhere in this world. This world also consumes and the hereafter too.
It is all an invention of the human mind.
The beauty in love is only visible for a few days, then a pain becomes a part of a person’s heart until their last breath. So can something that destroys such someone be beautiful? Those who call love beautiful are liars. They are those who did not receive anything from love, but rather vented their anger in such a way that in front of others they sang songs of passion like love, love, moon, sun. God, earth, sky. This is him. Every metaphor that attracts the human mind and then its greed captures it. They are then happy like this drowning evil person that we are not drowning together and we are together. Why did we die? And die. Love is a foolish name. When you consider yourself inferior to an animal and give a non-human status to your loved one, you renounce every human right.
Like normal humans, we sleep, wake, eat, drink, and feel happiness
Keeping the heart alive, all this takes away love in the first blow. However, even in such a situation, the person continues to recite the rosary, even if the beloved is cruel, but love is still good. The man must be hanged on the gallows. If you are dying, don’t worry about other people. Tell them love means death. It means humiliation. Every word calls for tramples on self-respect.
If you find this love at any cost, take it at any cost, because everything has a price, but love has no price. Is it heaven?
