Boroline on my scars

We're eclectic partners in a heist!
Like knitted shirts among wrinkle-frees.

You're a supernova to my dark energy.
You're the boiling blood to my cold fire.

You're the wildflower to my wastelands.

You're the Ghalib to my Gibran.

You're a fairy-tale to my tragedy.
You're the bonfire to my burnt mud.

On Intensity

"Intensity of love is similar in experience to devotion to that supreme power. Not in surrender but in knowing oneness. 

It also has an aching, a longing to have darshan of that other, to be with the other as much as possible. It's similar to the feeling of wanting to come back home no matter where you travel.

Thus, we experience dwaita and adwaita at the same time. In knowing this, we attain peace. Peaceful love."

She asked: "Why not surrender?"

"In surrender too, we experience two. I and the other. In oneness, both dissolves into the same ocean. Like two cells merging into a new one."