I love walking in the rain, because then no one knows I am crying.

I love walking in the rain, because then no one knows I am crying.

I love strolling the forest path, because then no one knows I feel lonely

I love roaming empty beach, because then no one knows my sorrow

No one knows my sorrow, no body knows my sadness

No body knows I am longing to meet  my lover

Life is not so easy to explore alone, when the soul mate, the second half and  lover has pass away, sleeping peacefully in the heart of heaven.

Life is not so miserable, when wake up and praying in the middle of the night…… for love, for life and for peace of minds

Love of my lover , my beautiful lover…… is always live in my small, fleshy heart….. until ……..my time come…….. to be buried next to my lover grave.

Our grave will  just be signed with small black stone, joined together,……… telling  others who pass our grave that……….. ”here  laying two happiest lovers forever …………… a beloved Mom and Dad, ….. A beloved GrandMom and GrandDad”

So as an old 13^th century quote says :

On the day I die, when I'm being carried toward the grave, don't weep. 
Don't say, He's gone ! ………He's gone. 
Death has nothing to do with going away. 

The sun sets and the moon sets, but they're not gone. 
Death is a coming together. 
The tomb looks like a prison, but it's really release into union. 

The human seed goes down in the ground like a bucket into the well , life cycles.

It grows and comes up full of some unimagined beauty.
Your mouth closes here and immediately opens with a shout of joy there.

Well……………………

I love walking in the rain, because then no one knows I am crying.

Syafuan Gani

November  2012

Doha, Qatar