When ‘I' die,
‘We' are born
And singular becomes plural
But when ‘plural' becomes ‘singular'
Love is born.
Oh! What paradox!
I saw this poem in a few different lights. I thought of a reunion with God... or perhaps reunion or reconciliation with a loving soul mate. We may feel alone in our journey however we are never truly alone. How fortunate we are when we find true peace and happiness..... to love and breathe as one.
Great imagery. Simple things can also be paradoxical. Thank you, Valsa ji. Reminds me of Kabir who said: Until it was I, there was no God / The avenue of love is too small to allow us both. Then, It also reminds me of Hazrat Amir Khusrau: Man tu shudam, tan man shudi (I have become you, you have become me) Man jaan shudam, tu tan shudi (I have become life, you have become body) Ta kas na goyad baa'd az-in (From now on, let no one say) Man Digaram, tan digari (I am other and you are another)
A paradox that is so much true that it's no more a paradox. A beautiful short poem.
Yes, the chemistry is there. Paradoxical reality.Loved as I do always love to read your poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliantly said, haha yes indeed, the paradox of love, we are supposed to give but we could become most selfish when inlove with one...! Loved this little poem that speaks the world of us. Thank you dear friend for this wonderful share.