Where Hearts Overflow

When two givers meet, it's as if the universe breathes a sigh of relief, knowing that it has brought together souls who are wired to care, to nurture, and to understand. Their union isn't just a meeting of hearts, but a silent contract with the world—to make it softer, kinder, and more beautiful.
These two souls, constantly pouring into others, find something magical when they come together: for the first time, they don’t have to worry about running dry. When one gives, the other replenishes. It’s a cycle, a rhythm of love that flows endlessly. They give without keeping count, without waiting for their turn, because they both know that what they offer will always come back—not from a sense of obligation, but from pure joy.

In the presence of one another, everything feels familiar, like the echo of dreams dreamt long ago. There’s a silent understanding that transcends words—each knows what the other needs, not because they’ve asked, but because it’s written in the way they breathe, the way they look at the world. Every thought feels like a note in a song they've been humming all their lives, waiting for someone else to sing along.

When two givers marry, it’s not just a merging of lives, but of visions. They build together, not just a home, but a sanctuary where love is cultivated, cherished, and given freely. Their love is a shelter, not only for themselves but for others who seek warmth in a world that often feels cold. They create a space where everything seems possible, where love is abundant, and where kindness overflows.

It is more than just finding a soulmate—it’s like meeting the one who’s been carrying a piece of your heart all along. Every gesture, every word, every silent moment feels like a reflection of what you've always known but never fully expressed. Together, they are not just two, but a force of love that touches everything around them, leaving the world a little brighter, a little more whole.

And so, when two givers meet, whether they choose to be friends or lovers, it’s as if the universe has whispered, "Here, finally, you have found your mirror."

Her Presence

She holds a whimsical grace,

a smile, soft and defiant,

lingering even in sorrow,

as if she knows all that is denied—

the wisdom of unspoken heartaches.

I see now that I should have revered her sooner,

for she is more than this world,

a figure almost divine.

If there were a final language in heaven,

it would be hers, whispered and all-knowing.

Each Sunday grows heavier with despair,

each week brings a fresh taste of bitterness.

Yet I am bound to her,

drawn to the affliction she embodies,

as if I am intoxicated by her very essence.

I’ve always carried rough edges,

those unpolished parts, untouched and raw.

Yet in her presence, I find solace—

she is my sanctuary,

a place where my world shifts and becomes something new.

Alone with her, paradise feels near,

as if I am poised on the edge of something more than love.

I bring to her my most unrefined self,

trusting she will take me as I am,

imperfect and uncut,

perhaps to be honed in her hands.

Her divinity lies beyond beauty—

it is in the power she holds,

bending my reality, reshaping my very being.

She is muse and goddess,

captivating in ways both profound and consuming.

To me, she is not just a lover;

she is a sacred rite,

an all-encompassing truth,

a glimpse of the divine, more than I have ever known.

@shikharpath

The Silent Distance

It is at times, in the midst of silences between words and gazes, that I find myself drawn to the faces around me—whether they be mere passersby, casual acquaintances, or those who brush past in the final, fading seconds of a moment. To me, they seem achingly close, as if our souls are bound by some unseen thread. Each face, each pair of eyes, holds a story I yearn to know, a journey I long to share. And, almost impossibly, a tender longing rises within me—a wish that they might have all that the universe could grant: peace, joy, and the comfort of belonging.

I ache to be part of their odyssey, to lift some hidden burden, to offer something that might ease their path. Within them, I glimpse fragments of myself—moments of joy, of suffering, of quiet resilience. I want to reach out, to connect, to marvel at the wonder of their becoming.

Yet, even as my heart extends towards them, I find myself inhabiting a place of separateness, a place that renders me a mere observer. I am an observer at a distance, removed from their world. A space still lingers between us, as though I exist in a different hue, as though I am a stranger in their sphere. They carry on in their movements, in their laughter and conversation, under a light that feels both intimate and remote. And I, here, remain caught in a quiet void they neither see nor wish to see.

It is as if I belong to another form of humanity—a shape that is apparent yet tantalisingly elusive, something perhaps felt but never fully grasped. I exist among them, within their space, yet in close opposition to their beings. My heart reaches, yet my body remains a stillness within me. They do not know me, these strangers whose stories and lives I hold in quiet reverence, this involuntary tenderness hidden within. And I wonder, across this vast expanse of existence we share, is it possible that they, too, feel this strange longing—a need to belong, to be seen, to be connected, to be, somehow, a ‘we’?

Beyond 'Once More'

Time tolls its bells, beckoning us, and we murmur, "Just once more." That dreadfully romanticised "Just once more." But the reality is, there is no such thing as "Just once more." Even déjà vu is but a deception. I’ve wandered through the corridors of time, revisited moments long gone, and nothing ever felt as it did the first time. Not the maiden flight through the skies, nor the first encounter with the vastness of the ocean. Not the first raindrop on my skin, nor the first night spent in the embrace of love. Not the first thrill of the open road, nor the initial letter that promised a future, nor even the first leap through the folds of time.

Nothing ever truly replicates. So, heed this—look forward, and embrace what is not a "Just once more" but a "First." The years have caught up with you; it’s time to tread with prudence.

Grasp that first opportunity, savour that first sip of knowledge, and comprehend that no invention, no matter how ingenious, can truly carry you beyond the bounds of time. Accept the immutable law, as constant as the setting sun. Your mind may wander faster than the wind, but you cannot. Even the icons have departed, leaving no glimmer of hope that anything could outpace reality. Now, everything is tainted.

Protect yourself. Yes, you. You are invaluable. You always have been. Gaze into your reflection and tell me, does the sentiment, "When life brings me into your presence, the world appears more enchanting than a dream," still hold true? Does it still, even now? How preposterous!

Recognise the signs and extricate yourself from the illusion of "Just once more."

No more "Just once more." Do you Concur ?

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