I believe whether my posts are serious, funny, or romantic it reflects the many sides of my personality.
Today i want to describe Love !
Today i want to describe Love !
Love is like the early morning prayer in the darkness—silent, sacred, and full of depth.
It is in those quiet hours before the sun light breaks ; love reveals its truest form.
The early morning darkness, before the world awakens, holds the purity of a love untouched by the rush of the day.
Like the calm before dawn, love in its purest state exists in the stillness, unhurried and profound, waiting to awaken with the first light of day.
It is a love that, like the early morning prayer, rises above the survival constructs of daily life.
Our relentless focus on survival and societal norms often blinds us to what lies beyond the survival constructs. We struggle to notice the subtleties and imperfections that fall outside the boundaries of survival and acceptance.
True love is deliberately seeing the divine in your lover's eyes — that is the essence of true love.
True love cuts through that darkness, rising in the quiet moments before survival (Day) takes over.
Love doesn’t blossom amidst the rush of the day when the mind is consumed with survival, nor is it a choice made after the exhaustion of the day’s end.
The unspoken purity of my love resonates with the clarity and serenity of the dawn’s call to prayer.
This is how my love feels—a fresh, radiant beginning that is both eternal and unblemished.
By the way Iam not a Muslim.
The prayer recited in my home each morning is a sacred melody, woven into the very fabric of my life since childhood. It echoes through the stillness of dawn, as my mother gently recites it upon waking.
My maternal grandfather offered this same dawn prayer in various temples of Alappuzha in the dark hours, his voice rising in reverence as part of his daily service. Though it was his profession, his chants were never just work—they were a profound connection to the divine, offered with pure intention, regardless of the modest fee.
In these syllables lies a love so pure, it feels like the heartbeat of the universe, an eternal prayer that lingers in the air, soft as a lover’s breath. As the prayer resonates through the tranquil dawn, it carries with it the purity of intention, the clarity of purpose, and the promise of renewal.
Love thrives in the mystery of the early morning darkness, free from the demands of survival, pure and unbound by the expectations of the day equivalent to Dawn's morning prayer.
Your name.....the Sea.....the Water.....the one born in Water.....the Lotus is like this divine melody..........
Your presence is like the prayer, the morning breeze, embodying a purity of feeling untouched by mundane.
The Mine of Mercy you Offer....
The Core of Coral Isle we have reached....
The Shore and Distance we have Searched....
Divine Love is like - I put myself in the hands of GOD....
It’s the silent yet powerful presence of something divine, something that lies beyond mere survival.
The sacred melody that sustained our economic livelihood in Kerala, resonating in the early morning dark hours, just before the first light of day.
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