I was born with an amulet,
my love does not die,it has no birth either.
I have thousands of aliases, nicknames galore—
I roam in timeless space with assorted bodies.

You can see men in dark, so I live in an illusion, sorcery
woven with reality and darkness,some give me accolades,
some look at me with hate in their eyes.

Still I love my love, my amulet and my babies of love.
I am not afraid to die— I know love will live beyond !

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I am interested in literature, music and philosophy. Actually i am bent on keeping myself updated on all sorts subjects so that I can put my fingers on the pulsating life.I like to talk with like-minded . life is too short and too long. I am now a writer-completed and working on several literary works and a fiction.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

Love personified, as if it were a higher being, and we, of human flesh and bones, lesser mortals. Stepping outside of ourselves to look at love, beautiful.


About eternal love, I loved this poem:)


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