INNER EYE

Who among you have seen the graves of silent loves…? How can you see that? How can we reach the graves buried in the depths of some people's hearts without anyone knowing...? Even if they don't want to, who knows about the grave where only they offer flowers on memorial days or memorial days. But before them you become a little breeze or a spring in a small garden… where you can reach when they open the door of the mind… but you must not shed a single tear on the graves of dead and frozen memories… become a soft breeze or fragrance of comfort… Can you forget such love in life? The answer is never. Locked away in some corner of the mind, isn't it? will be The love that no one can see or hear, the love that is only our own in our hearts... has anyone gone through that? We can also go through a silent love....... If they feel the moon of love and the moon of longing by themselves without harming anyone, without harming anyone, what do you want to ask?' If I ask that, sometimes their gaze goes deep inside me...? So I avoided that question. I have never kissed or hugged or whispered anything in the ear of anyone in silent love, in the narrow and dark recesses of my mind. But I have wandered in the moon where their smiles have settled… have not dissolved. The same moon has traveled from daydreams to nighttime dreams. That is what makes all those loves blessed. In the open expression of love, if at least one face had gone black, then that smile would not have remained clear in the mind...? Because of that, unspoken loves are only eternal springs in the mind. Why did you say that? Because I am still like that today. Because the last day was the end of such a love. I met that boy somewhere. I can't remember where I put it...!! What is the point of pulling out of the treasure of memories the moment and place of meeting someone who only felt love in mind, who did not know who, or what, and did not know anything more...? Be that as it may… up until now all such relationships had ended in a disappearance. All of them had disappeared into the depths of the mind as a person who was always seen on the path or in a place that was always seen, or from a journey. But not so this time, the boy is married. Those scenes before my eyes. Dressed in a silk saree and jewels, wearing a colorful flower garland, the boy stood before me with an even more colorful, beautiful smile. In her smile, which I loved so much, she was more cheerful than ever... Her smile, neutralizing the lights and decorations, seemed to fade for a moment in my vision. I closed my eyes and made it dark... to make sure... to make sure that she is not there when I close my eyes. Yes, it's all a memory now. But the memories never die. Fond memories. My own memories. But always want to hear good things about them and keep them happy. Because it is that or through which we are happy. Their presence still brings only happiness deep inside, isn't it true, destiny brings all the happiness, sadness and longing to remember later.