Out of love - 100!

In these patterns,
Which you and I fail to understand,
Someone has expressed,
A story unheard,
Pain untold
Joy unseen.
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Flowing water is probably,
The most powerful thing
Unafraid of its being,
Flowing, erratically, mildly,
Or just being as is.

Unaware of what may
Or may not unfold,
Flowing water,
Just flows.
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But how do I tell you,
That on some nights I crave
For verses, which make
The breaths bearable.
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I make love with the darkness,
In the arms of hollowness,
As loneliness engulfs me...
Yet, they say there is no one
When you’re sleepless, broken.
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On one not so fine night, when Satan had a few extra pegs of history Single Malt with his loyalists, the sinners, of course, one wondered how beautiful it is to have known that your sins have been so glorious that even after intoxication you don’t fear blurting out something. That probably is what unadulterated acceptance would feel like, hopefully.
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At home,
You may be alone,
But,
Will never be lonely.
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Storms aren’t like hangovers
Which pass after a mere headache,
They stay,
Somewhere in the centre of your chest,
Not letting you sleep,
Killing your peace & being.
Storms.
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But those who have held
The hurricanes & cyclones
In their chest
Aren’t affected by the dance
Of the winds and rain.
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Do not ask me for my truth,
Your breed is the one afraid of cyclones
My tribe is used to carrying hurricanes in their chest.

We lie so that your lust for truth doesn’t die
We the undesirable ones,
Keep you desirable,
Thank us, you!

Date Evening!

My date this Friday evening is a 3-year-old boy Kaju. His hair have been shampooed this afternoon and are as soft as cotton candy. Dog mom Nivedita auntie has baked chocolate muffins and has also prepared some Vietnamese coffee for our date evening.

Before we take our seats, the dog mom who’s a fan of Wordsworth and a huge fan of Tagore, has very generously offered me to go through her collection and pick up a read for the evening. I’ve picked up, Tagore’s Chokher Bali.

As we proceed towards the living room, dog mom has asked me to put on some mild classical jazz on her good old music system.

I’ve made myself comfortable on an olive green arm chair, my coffee is kept on the coffee table on my left, the aroma of chocolate muffin and Tagore’s novel has made this evening very fine.

Kaju who is right now sitting on my lap has been jumping on and off depending upon the kind of attention he wants. He, I think, enjoys how I play with his hair but equally enjoys his own space where he is on the floor just lying down and chilling, like an absolute boss.

The boy, who isn’t allowed to have chocolate in any form has tried to make a puppy face a couple of times to probably get a bite of the muffin, but hasn’t been able to convince his mom as yet. All he’s got is, a few dog biscuits and a bowl of milk, which he looks at reluctantly but is taking a bite or two of the same nonetheless.

Umm...I think that’s about it, this date as is beautiful, peaceful, poetic and of course has all my favourites, a book, a dog, a mug of fab coffee and a warm chocolate muffin!

Courage!

Now that I’ve gathered sufficient courage to expose my scars and skills to the world, 

I would like to thank, you, 

for making me feel insecure and unsure of who I am. 

For had it not been you, 

how would I ever know that I could lift parts and pieces of me to re-build myself,

expose it to the sun, and the skies and let my inner self be. 

Yes, vulnerable at times but beautiful despite!