When mist of past clouds your heart
When memories pierce like swords heated in flame
When broken vows empty your soul
When there’s no one to be blamed
Your heart slams its doors
On enchantments of pure love
It no longer can fathom
Further pain or harder fall
On surface, all is goodness
You’ve joined the mass elite
Some shallow joy will follow
Lust, kiss, but bitter sweet
You live not knowing how so
The wounds get healed in fact
Until despair’s long arrow
Explodes the dreams intact
Blood spills on sand and scatters
Your soul into illusion
Is mind or heart my master?
Madness, hollowness, confusion
Not far before enlightened,
Pain’s tactfully disguised
That, is the reason my love
It brings you much demise;
How else will you be able,
To taste the love divine?
How else will you be a drunkard,
With Rumi’s sweetest wine?
— Soheyla Marzvaan
