Another way to life!

He poured some love into my cup (b)

My Stranger : "Are you looking for something specific outta love ?"

These are the first few words, he uttered out of those alluring lips. 

In response, I glanced at those two eyes and lost the track, a question knocked at the window of my brain. But this time I snapped out of my thoughts in nano-seconds and noticed, he was looking at my book on the table. 

Me : "Some courage and peace out of Rumi's words. The words of saint, console me in a way like arms unfurled around me, a deep amiability with my unsaid words which vanquish my agony." 

His hair were neither short nor so long but they were definitely a hurdle between direct contact of our eyes, still not bothering anyone of us.

My Stranger : "So, you're taken up by the elegiac poetry. What about the wanderer soul, the other half of Rumi ? " 

Me : "of course ! their solidarity draws the complete picture but it is Rumi's words which give the voice to Sham's soul." 

At this point, he set his head on the back of his chair and closed his eyes for a while and ran his fingers in hair to set them back, away from his eyes. There was a moment of silence between us. . . . . . a soothing silence. Enough time for me to see him directly, without any hurdle. In my head, I was figuring out if he looks more irresistible with closed eyes or opened eyes. Before, I could decide anything. . . . . he opened his eyes and bent over the table to give little proximity.  

"It is not important to give voice to love and Shams was love, flowing into this universe carelessly. His free spirit was devoid of all the judgements, hatred, any discrimination. That is how love should be fluent in a soul regardless of any desire to be recognized. When love is present, it finds its way to out flow from a soul," he said.

All I did, was not to take my eyes off from him and I could see the spark in his eyes with every word he said. All his words were intriguing to me from the start but now I was bewitched by him. It was electric and fervent connection between us. I felt like we were under a spell which is imperishable. 

Me : You are talking about a deep love and not the shallow type of love ! 

My Stranger : People are shallow not love. Be brave enough to say what it is. 

Me : I can't agree more. I wonder if you are a reader or a writer ?

My Stranger : I have dark creativity and I write stuff which you won't like to read. 

Me : A moment ago, someone was talking about unbigoted comprehension of the universe and now judging your own-self ! Don't you know light and dark, both are the edges of a same whole. 

My Stranger : Well ! that was unintentional. 

Me : What keeps you awake at night ?

My Stranger : tbh ! I don't know. The silence of night and boundless sky is enough to keep me awake. These same things scares me other nights. 

Me : So you are a paradox, in harmony with the universe.

It enriched my delight. There was a peaceful silence between us for a few while. Maybe he was pondering over anything but I was just looking into his eyes and sometimes distracted by his ungovernable hair. They were like crazy waves in the ocean so unsettled, so anarchic. 

My Stranger : Do you think about people ? Whom you miss the most. 

Me : I don't miss the people. I prefer to cherish them, when they are with me in the present moment. When you love people rightly then you don't regret or miss when they are gone. Most of people around are suffering because they miss the moment to live and repent later. This is the reason that I am free in free universe. 

My Stranger : You wanna say that  loving and missing people is against freedom ? What things are substantial to you ?

Me : Things aren't substantial but people and experiences are. Human brain is so addicted to materialistic perspective that everybody wants to own everybody under the illusion of love. Love should set you free, not to enslave you. 

My Stranger : Like I can adore your existence in this moment, right here and wouldn't ask for anything else and it would be a gesture of love !

Me :  Like I can think of you any time and this thought that you live somewhere on this planet in this same universe can make me blissful and it would be a gesture of love too ! 

I could see his smile which reached to his eyes. Most deep and bright eyes that I can't forget. Our smiles vanished and took over by a meaningful silence. We lived long soul conversing moments. 

Me : What dreams you have when you are sleeping ?

My Stranger : I don't see any dreams. I didn't have any dream. 

Me : What puts your soul at discord ?

My Stranger : Something pinches me bad and it hurts but I never knew what is this thing inside me ?

Me : The fire in your soul tells me that you do not surrender ?

My Stranger : You might be right. Actually, you are right I stand against all odds and I don't give up. 

Me : This is the reason of your discomfort. Giving up on your will is the hard and hardest when you don't stop thinking what you have given up. More you try to control, more you will be frustrated. To surrender yourself to the universe does not mean to give up. But it is the test of strength to let yourself go unplanned. To be ready for all uncertain things. You will lose the fear of control only by losing the control. 

My Stranger : May be ......... A faint smile appeared on his face, stayed little longer than I expected. 

We got the announcement that session is over and people can go back to their seats. 

We looked into the eyes and I waited for him to say anything. But he did not say a word. I saw him leaving the table. The stranger went away back to his prior seat where his mates arrived too.  

I was back to my corner's seat. The question which hit my head all the time was " Why he had such an impact on me ?" I could not tell this even after an hour of meaningful, heartwarming conversation. All I discovered till this day is "there is something peculiar about him and I can't put my finger on it."

When I was paying the bill to leave the cafe, waiter gave me my book back which I forget to pick up from my table. As per rule, everyone wrote a note for cafe about their today's experience. 

I wrote: "It is one of most deep and meaningful conversation of my life. Its going stay with me forever. Thank you"

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When I got home. In the night when I opened "40 Rules of love" thoughtlessly. Something was written on the first blank page : 

"To My Stranger,

I have lived you in our moments and you're gonna stay forever with me."

Enough to delight my soul.