Wednesday, April 14, 2004







We are all powerless by Love's game
How can you expect us
?to behave and act modest
How can you expect us
?to stay at home, like good little boys
How can you expect us
?to enjoy being chained like mad men
Oh, my Beloved, you will find us every night
on your street
with our eyes glued to your window
waiting for a glimpse of your radiant face






~ Rumi By Shiva ~

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