tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56384573357366319052024-02-21T12:12:49.431+05:30GERMS OF LIFEThis blog leaves me exposed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-13984106913824677322017-01-31T01:06:00.001+05:302017-01-31T01:06:11.686+05:30Patience Is For The Privileged<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Patience is for the privileged.<br />
The rest of us have always had an unreasonable urgency.<br />
A salmon.<br />
Like a lover, passionately heading upstream.<br />
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Lovers and cigarets make natural allies.<br />
Vanishing away as they fill the lungs with breathlessness,<br />
Soaking the brain with a pleasure that lasts but a few minutes.<br />
The only friends of an impatient night.<br />
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I light another wills classic menthol,<br />
Closely watch it disappear inside my lungs.<br />
The night ahead is a dark, winding road of a forest,<br />
I must be patient to survive it.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-21173456447093059502015-04-17T18:41:00.000+05:302015-04-17T18:41:34.908+05:30A Murder, A Suicide!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I want to take our egos in each hand,</div>
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And bang them against each other.</div>
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Hard enough to reduce them to dust,</div>
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Long enough to swirl up a storm,</div>
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To drown our false selves.</div>
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There is no salvation in an ending.</div>
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Struggle is real, fight is real.</div>
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Rest is all an illusion.</div>
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The marks of love and sex on our necks are real,</div>
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The love, however, is an illusion.</div>
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We are evil snakes; slithering over each other,</div>
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Hissing, teasing, threatening.</div>
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A constant threat to walk away, to love.</div>
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Mean, unforgiving, relentless.</div>
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But, we never bite!</div>
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Our poison for the other floods our own minds.</div>
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I work up the courage to cut you in half,</div>
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That night you hissed in my ear again.</div>
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One quick swing of the knife!</div>
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And as you lay wasted, spent in a pool of green blood,</div>
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I watched myself bleed to death, cut in half!</div>
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I take your severed body in one hand,</div>
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My angry knife in the other, and watch.</div>
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No tears are shed that night,</div>
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While my perplexed brain contemplates a murder and a suicide,</div>
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I look into your dying eyes from mine turning fast to stone.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-88260212374055209722015-04-14T23:31:00.002+05:302015-04-14T23:31:35.609+05:30Ear Lobes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Don't hold their ears lobes,</div>
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And play with them?</div>
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Like you play with mine?</div>
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How does it feel when you do?</div>
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A pinch-full of flesh between you fingers.</div>
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Strangers have the element of surprise,</div>
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The lover is boring.</div>
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The lover is predictable.</div>
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The lover knows almost nothing about love.</div>
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Almost, because he knows only the pain.</div>
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Who makes the first move, I wonder,</div>
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The first move to go away once the flesh is spent.</div>
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I bet it is you!</div>
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That's the solace you owe me.</div>
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Though we owe nothing to each other anymore.</div>
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The man across the street looks at me,</div>
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His piercing eyes ask me so many questions,</div>
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Almost blaming me for everything.</div>
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These eyes of strange men is the reason you are here tonight.</div>
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The eyes that look at you with lust,</div>
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These eyes make me nervous.</div>
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And, they follow me everywhere.</div>
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I will hug you,</div>
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Maybe one last time.</div>
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I know I beat them all at that,</div>
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I beat them at giving you this one last hug.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-32149753840317000362015-04-14T23:09:00.000+05:302015-04-14T23:09:27.434+05:30They Say<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Poets have miserable love life, they say.</div>
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One can be a poet,</div>
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Or one can get love, they say.</div>
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But, love without poems,</div>
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Would be as miserable as a poem without love.</div>
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Poets make twice as good lovers as husbands,</div>
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A quarter as good as painters,</div>
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A few times better than the hippie,</div>
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And a million times better than superman.</div>
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But, poets don't make husbands, they say.</div>
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It's a price one pays for the rhyme,</div>
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The words that were not meant to be,</div>
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Are strung together in a line,</div>
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They curse the poets,</div>
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"As long as we're together, you shall never be!"</div>
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Never be, never be me.</div>
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Poets make brilliant lovers they say,</div>
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A lot better than mathematicians and dreamers,</div>
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Lovers make the best poets!</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-73677958155633980212014-12-10T00:46:00.005+05:302014-12-10T00:46:50.861+05:30Why Is There No God?!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Are tough times a test of character or the universe's way of telling you that the right way is in the opposite direction?!</blockquote>
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We would never know. </blockquote>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-21943888857830298792014-08-29T20:30:00.000+05:302014-09-20T17:05:12.711+05:30The Pattern<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A broken button of your shirt on my pillow.</div>
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Is the culprit of those scratches on my neck.</div>
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These days love leaves no mark on my skin,</div>
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Leaves no emotion in my mind.</div>
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Other than the thought of you going away.</div>
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My love chases a pattern of misery,</div>
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Few moments of happiness,</div>
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Rest are all unending happy endings.<br />
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Maybe this is what it feels like.<br />
To be in love.<br />
What would it be without a sad undertone,<br />
Forming the perfect foundation for,<br />
The rest of the life to sink in.<br />
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I expect too much from life.<br />
From love; too much.<br />
These are just probability points on the curve of possibilities.</div>
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We are nothing but two dots.<br />
Getting closer in one frame,<br />
Not meeting at all in another.<br />
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In a parallel universe you and I are the same person.<br />
You are the legs, mind and liver.<br />
Functional, precise and always ready to go.<br />
I am the hands.<br />
Those that touch your forehead,<br />
Each time you think about something.<br />
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My realities are all an illusion,<br />
One that I want you to believe in.<br />
But, I know my reality lies to me.<br />
Things are going to be harsh,<br />
Things are going to be painful.<br />
I want to step out of my illusionary dream right away,<br />
And stop you.<br />
Tell you that I love you so much that it will piss you,<br />
My love will drive you away.<br />
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Our love is going to be like life,<br />
Taking one sure step everyday,<br />
To a certain death.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-66315128851280508952014-08-24T02:16:00.000+05:302014-08-24T13:35:55.523+05:30The White Man<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The white man met the brown man. They roamed the beautiful country together, held hands and ran to the edge of the world where sparrows sung songs and animals roamed in the wild. The brown man was happy but he knew not why. He said, "I'm so happy to show you my life. You bring me joy."<br />
The white man looked pleased but not surprised. "I come from the land of abundance and I know the secret to happiness", he said and offered to increase the brown man's happiness in return for his hospitality and love.<br />
Together they started on a mission to find the source of happiness and increase it.<br />
But, as they started, the white man said, "You surely cannot be happier if you are brown. I don't know anyone who is so brown and still happy." In came some wonder drugs to help make the brown less brown and they journeyed along.<br />
The brown man, now a little less brown, had no clothes. The white man gave him a fine silk shirt and he smiled graciously and wore it with pride. Each time the silk clad brown man would sit on the ground, his clothes would become dirty. He needed chairs and table, the white man postulated profoundly. So, they hacked down few mulberry trees and, with the expertise of the white man and his knowledge about carpentry they made beautiful tables and chairs. The last fruit from the mulberry trees were eaten sitting on the new chairs. They had never tasted better, the furniture was magical.<br />
The sparrows were weird things the white man told the brown one, "Why would they not visit us now when we have all the comfort and riches!"<br />
Undeterred by the weird sparrows' disappearance, the white man continued fearlessly to find more happiness for his brown friend. He met several happy people from around the world, carefully changed every piece of the brown man's life to bring him more happiness but, none of his efforts bore any fruit. The brown man was just one of those hard nuts to crack! The white man tirelessly made meaningful changes to the brown man's life but nothing seemed to work. The brown man just didn't want to give way to happiness.<br />
After several attempts to change the brown man's life and make him a happy person like everyone else he knew, the white man started to get weary. The brown man's unhappy state was starting to get to him. The brown man's failure to become happy started eating into the white man's own happiness and he felt agitated.<br />
"Why can't you just work harder towards the goal of happiness like everyone else?", he asked the brown man.<br />
The brown man had no answer. He was sorry for letting his white friend down. More than anything else, he felt responsible for dragging his white friend into the well of unhappiness that he was in. He promised to try harder to be happy and do whatever it takes. Together they formulated a plan. A schedule was devised for the brown man to follow religiously every day till he becomes happy. Heavy sanctions were put in place - "No having fun till happiness is achieved", one of the rules said. The brown man knew how important happiness was so he carried out all the instructions. Once in a while a sparrow would come to their yard and they would drive it away realising very well how important the task at hand was and absolutely nothing should be allowed to distract them from getting to happiness.<br />
After weeks of trying his best, the wise white man started to see the truth in the situation. "This brown man would never be happy!", he proclaimed. He went to his friends and told them how all his nobel efforts to bring happiness to the brown man's life have gone in vain. His friends sympathised with his condition and suggested he invest his energy and time in something more meaningful.<br />
Before he left forever, the white man looked at the old, spiritless face of the brown man, looked around at the desolate yard that he lived at and said to himself, "How did I ever think I could turn the fortunes around for a man like this who choses to be unhappy"<br />
They hugged each other and parted ways.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-6537374771059218592014-08-09T20:56:00.000+05:302014-08-09T20:56:48.260+05:30Fight. Fight. Fight.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Fight. Fight. Fight."</div>
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I would whisper in between the heavy breathing.</div>
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Sweat dripping from the edges of my shirt,</div>
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Legs long beyond tired but, still showing a will to push the ground under them.</div>
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My arms were already a mere extension of my racket.</div>
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"Fight!", Bala would hoot with a pat on my back.</div>
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It took the two of us to bring the enemy down.</div>
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A battle much larger than what I was capable of fighting,</div>
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It took the two of us to fight together.</div>
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And win.</div>
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Against our enemies, against our fatigue.</div>
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Against all odds.</div>
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Now, it's you and I.</div>
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In a fight of our own making.</div>
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"Fight", I dread. I sulk and wish to disappear.</div>
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We, the two in love, fight!</div>
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We fight and get far away,</div>
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Then we fight to come together.</div>
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A constant fight against this constant fight.</div>
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The sweat does not drip this time,</div>
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Just soaks the underarms and gives them a stink.</div>
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The legs are still tired,</div>
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The arms a mere extension of my phone,</div>
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Glued to my right ear.</div>
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End this fight.</div>
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I'm not the young me I was before,</div>
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Giving up is much harsher now and a lot more easy.</div>
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End this fight.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-46937418767541435392014-06-04T03:14:00.003+05:302014-06-04T03:14:31.577+05:30Words Are Nothing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sometimes I wonder what draws me to you,</div>
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Like a wild wolf,</div>
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Chasing the shadow of the moon,</div>
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On naked mountains covered with snow.</div>
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Stopping just for a super fast moment by the spring,</div>
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Eating and drinking,</div>
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Only to continue running towards you,</div>
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With more vigour, more speed, more conviction.</div>
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For the longest time,</div>
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Your eyes had me convinced that my destiny is hidden,</div>
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Like a supple, warm kiss of your lips,</div>
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In their mild stare.</div>
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But, there is something more.</div>
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Something enchanting, magic.</div>
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I'm a reasonable man.</div>
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I do not believe in magic,</div>
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I do believe that destinies lie strewn carelessly,</div>
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On the slopes of the probability curves,</div>
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And yet, mine seems to be perched precariously,</div>
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But, delicately arranged on a silver eyelash.</div>
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Handpicked; one in a hundred million.</div>
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We fail to describe ourselves miserably.</div>
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"Lovers"</div>
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That 18th century word that has lost all swag quotient comes close,</div>
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Nowhere close to how I feel when you take my hand in yours.</div>
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But, words are for the world!</div>
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When has a wild horse worried about a trot or a gallop,</div>
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When chasing the wind.</div>
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For the world, you and I are a thing.</div>
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For me you simply are everything I ever want.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-59943469405525417262014-05-27T00:05:00.000+05:302014-05-27T00:05:03.695+05:30At 2:45 AM Today<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"You'd be okay", he'd said.</div>
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Things, no matter how miserable, always turn around.</div>
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Bad things happen only to bad people,</div>
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Says the Bible and a bunch of other books,</div>
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That I never cared to read.</div>
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Wisdom remained at the end of the tunnel where the light shone,</div>
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The distance too large to be covered with feet heavy with guilt,</div>
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The darkness too consuming to give way to vision,</div>
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The damp too engulfing for me to survive.</div>
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At 2:45 AM today, I killed myself.</div>
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The deep cut through the veins on my arm does not pain,</div>
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The splatter of blood made for some sloppy end.</div>
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Given another chance,</div>
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I'd consider other ways of ending it all.</div>
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But, life does not give many chances,</div>
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Life is definitive.</div>
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It darts in a singular direction of death.</div>
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From the time we are born,</div>
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The only certainty is that of an inescapable death.</div>
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"Be brave", she'd said.</div>
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She's the mother.</div>
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She's programmed for strength.</div>
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Designed to feel no pain in most circumstances,</div>
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And to show none when every inch of her body,</div>
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All cells of her brain, explode.</div>
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I'm the helpless daughter of a brave mother,</div>
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When I'm gone, I know she would stare deep into the mirror,</div>
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For hours after washing away the tears.</div>
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And when all question in different flavours of 'Why?' would exhaust,</div>
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She'd wipe her face,</div>
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Close her eyes for a moment,</div>
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And would be brave!</div>
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<br /></div>
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Death is a certainty,</div>
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All I did was drag it closer with all my strength,</div>
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With a knife across my left arm,</div>
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The sharp end dug 3 centimetres deep into the red-blue veins.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-59244203363903838482014-05-08T01:43:00.000+05:302014-05-08T01:43:03.897+05:30I Know Nothing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The extent of your love for me,</div>
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Is limited by my ability to read maps.</div>
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My ghastly choice of tees,</div>
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Obstructs love.</div>
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I'm a man who knows few things.</div>
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I don't know,</div>
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How to say the right things,</div>
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At the right time.</div>
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I listen to all the wrong bands,</div>
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I can't read notes,</div>
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That your magic fingers create on the strings.</div>
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I don't know how to kiss.</div>
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I don't understand design, color or class.</div>
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My spellings suck.</div>
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And words taste funny in my mouth.</div>
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<br /></div>
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But.</div>
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I know the roads to a future of you and I.</div>
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I know we look perfect without our shirts.</div>
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"Sorry", I know how to say that.</div>
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When you hush sweet nothings in my ears at night,</div>
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Every musical element in the universe fades away.</div>
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I know our kiss is pure passion.</div>
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I knew that I wanted you,</div>
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That day when you said 'hello'.</div>
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I spell-check my poems.</div>
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I know I'm lucky,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
My universe starts and ends with you.</div>
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I know we'll be happy.</div>
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I know where to touch you,</div>
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To make you melt in my arms.</div>
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I don't wanna know anything,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
As long as I know you love me.</div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-46536816891611790852014-04-30T07:51:00.000+05:302014-04-30T07:51:12.126+05:30Keepers Of Treasures<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Relax! I'm not going anywhere!", he says.</div>
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He does not know,</div>
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The keepers of precious treasures do not sleep.</div>
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They wake up in the middle of the night,</div>
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Covered with sweat,</div>
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Losing sleep is a bargain,</div>
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For not losing that, which keeps them alive.</div>
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<br /></div>
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The world is but a forest,</div>
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Strange animals and beasts run amok,</div>
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Gnawing at fresh branches of unsettled saplings,</div>
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Disrupting the growth of uncanny bushes,</div>
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That provide shelter to young insecure cubs.</div>
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The mother of the cubs has no sleep,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
She must be on guard,</div>
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And be ready to tear down the enemy to shreds.</div>
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<br /></div>
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My stupidity knows no bounds.</div>
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Just like my love.</div>
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Just like my longing,</div>
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My insecure self has no judgement,</div>
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No polite ways of communicating my misery.</div>
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It is a river,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
It knows only to flow from high to low,</div>
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It knows only to watch the banks,</div>
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Always present but never quite being there.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
There is just one saving for me,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Sink your hands deep inside me,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Passing through the dark alleys,</div>
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Places where my cunning past mugs my thoughts everyday,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And look for my heart,</div>
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Take him with you.</div>
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Should be easy to do.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
If you holler once, he would jump right out of hiding,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
He would hesitate not for a second,</div>
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Leaving my bloodied, lifeless self behind.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
He seeks you each moment. </div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-51640326204020292662014-04-28T22:08:00.000+05:302014-04-28T22:08:00.807+05:30Frozen Graves<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Standing on thin ice,</div>
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Peeping into the freshly frozen scenery below it,</div>
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Fish, vegetation captured in an immaculate photograph,</div>
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And that missing shoe,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Which the curious school boy dropped into the lake,</div>
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To see if the fish nibble at it.</div>
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All frozen without any sign of struggle.</div>
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Embracing the change of season.</div>
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<br /></div>
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This thin ice separates me from them,</div>
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The beauty of a frozen death is ironical.</div>
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I balance the weight of my body carefully on both legs,</div>
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Spread them a bit,</div>
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A carefully preserved eye checks me out from below,</div>
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Why do they not swim away when water becomes hostile?</div>
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The plants have no legs, no fins,</div>
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There are no questions surrounding their frozen graves.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Do the fish like the frozen stillness,</div>
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Seeping into their scales,</div>
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Reaching the innards of life,</div>
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Till there is nothing more to devour?</div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-25437415054285076732014-04-15T07:42:00.000+05:302014-04-15T07:42:32.366+05:30Not A Slave Of Trust<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We throw our bodies away,</div>
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All 307 bones, so easily.</div>
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And guard these little secrets with our life,</div>
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With our love.</div>
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We let them engulf us, and our lovers,</div>
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Let them grow like locusts,</div>
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Hovering over a ripe field,</div>
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Threatening to destroy the efforts of the spring.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Big mountains grow out of small seeds of mistrust,</div>
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Faith, they say, is naive.</div>
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Faith knows too less,</div>
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And does not care to find out.</div>
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While trust is methodical,</div>
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It reasons, evaluates and questions.</div>
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Trust has no escaping,</div>
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Even in love.</div>
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<br /></div>
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My love is not a slave of trust,</div>
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It would be too painful to let trust trample all over my love for you,</div>
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Trust, the cruel soldier, has no soul,</div>
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Just a questioning mind,</div>
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Waiting to wreck, lurking in a corner,</div>
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To bring the brick wall of reality smashing down,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
On fresh, delicate flowers of my love,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I have pinned my hopes on faith.</div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-42229511729870385092014-04-13T17:51:00.001+05:302014-04-13T17:51:07.035+05:30Sticky Hands<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Sticky hands, sliding under the covers, looking for a place to rest,</div>
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"Not here", says he.</div>
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Sticky hands have a mind of their own,</div>
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They won't be tamed by his whims,</div>
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They refuse to settle down by the sides on the sheet.</div>
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They have eyes, ears and a sharp nose,</div>
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That can sniff and provide flawless navigation,</div>
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To hidden places and dark, dangerous corners.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Sticky hands meet sticky hands,</div>
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They kiss, lick and lock.</div>
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They have a mind of their own,</div>
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They stick and they slip away,</div>
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Swift, like lovers hiding away from their parents,</div>
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Darting into different directions,</div>
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Coming around to grip each other again,</div>
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Super-glue.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Sticky hands are a lot like the tongue,</div>
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Their touch is to taste, not to hold.</div>
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They are like fresh daisies and roses,</div>
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Dangling from the edge of the table that witnessed passion and love,</div>
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A little crushed, a bit spent,</div>
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A little bit in pain of the pleasing.</div>
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But, sticky hands don't rest,</div>
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They are explorers.</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Lovers.</div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-53705857270422520392014-04-12T10:47:00.000+05:302014-04-12T10:47:14.504+05:30Master's Slave<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"This won't be a love affair!"</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The master does not love his slave,</div>
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The lashes would not stop,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Till you see my love in each draw of blood.</div>
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And when you do,</div>
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You'll beg me for more.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This pain is your drug,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Your existence reduced to pain between each stroke.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
"I'm sorry!"</div>
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My obsession is my problem,</div>
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My obsession is what keeps me alive.</div>
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If I choose this pain to stop,</div>
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I choose certain death.</div>
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So, I choose this each day of dying.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
My love for you makes you punish me,</div>
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My love for you makes you crush my mind.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Your love for me makes you hate me.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
My mind is not my own to hurt,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
My body only belongs to you,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Only responds to your wishes and commands.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Each prison that you build for me,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Is the only dimension of freedom I want.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
"Get on your knees!"</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
My revengeful punches are an act of kindness,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Your undying love has deserved this pain,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Now, celebrate this blood trickle down your legs,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Consume this sweat filling your pores.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You have surrendered,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You have done as I wished,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You have earned all of this misery,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Relish it as much as you can,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Remember, I love you!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
"Thanks!"</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I often can't feel my body,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The mind numbs it and cheats me of the pain I long for.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
How can I serve you well,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
If I fail to feel the pain,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
That your love carves out for me?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Occupy my brain!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The heart is for the weak,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I'm the strong one, the best.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I will fight many battles, each day,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Just to lose to you, every night.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-24176203001276192362014-04-09T12:02:00.000+05:302014-04-09T12:02:01.918+05:30The Illusion Of Strength, The Reality Of Fear<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Our entire lives we're pushed to display strength, pushed to be strong, manly, have no fear. No one likes a weak person. Not even those who like you, would want you to be unsure, uncertain, precarious. This need for constant strength is unsettling for me. I think the purpose of my romantic self is to find someone I can be a little weak around. No games of strength, no facade of "look I'm not scared of anything".<br />
The fact is that I'm the sum of my fears. The direction my life takes is not decided by how fearless I am. It is a result of how I could deal with all the fears that were swarming inside me when I was most vulnerable. The things I did when I was scared defines the person I am and it would continue to define who I'd be in years to come.<br />
When my fears form such an integral part of my life, my thought process, it is natural to seek the company of those who do not expect a testosterone thumping, all knowing, fearless man when they meet me. My fears dictate my longing for comfort. My brain chooses a path of least resistance - always.<br />
I've heard that creative men parade their insecurities. This is how they win over their fears. I'm not one of them (this article might suggest otherwise but, the purpose of this article is to veil more than it projects. As a naive reader you have no way of finding it out).<br />
This fear in me drives me to clinch everything that I remotely own very close to my heart. While at the same time keeping a safe distance from it, lest I hurt if I lose it. This fear engulfs me when I kiss - a part of my brain lost in the magic of sensuality and love while a part of it worried to the core about the consequences.<br />
Fear is a drug. It is an addiction that is hard to let go. It is an emotional fixation. The tiny moments of fearlessness, of hope are the high points. These are times when one feels exalted. The extreme emotions of joy and happiness are an outcome of ages of crippling fear.<br />
I think one has to blame evolution. The animal that is scared gets eaten! The fearless tiger mates with the tigress. And in these times of writing poems, this show of strength is difficult to understand. These are complicated times when a simple "I miss you" could be a sign of weakness. An honest, "I do not know" could signal professional worries. In such times, everything reduces to a game. A game of complex rules, unspoken engagements and unclear grounds. This is not a 'fight me till death and get my lover' world anymore. This is a world of playing 'hard to get', a world of spying and stalking, a world of "BEING STRONG". No one knows what that means. Under the surface, strength is nothing but an illusion of the mind. The strongest is the one who has nothing to lose however, one has to be strong in order to not lose. This paradox makes me go crazy, makes me stop each time I want to say, "I love you" and makes me say, "I love you like I never loved anyone before" every time I'm scared.<br />
Where does it all end? My guess is as good as yours. Momentarily, it does end in the arms of someone you can trust. But, does your fear let you trust anyone? </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-9167504537419252622014-04-08T09:41:00.002+05:302014-04-08T09:41:48.265+05:30While You Sleep<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Do you know what's best?</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I take a marker and play 'connect the dots' (while you sleep).</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I'll start with the 3 tiny dots on the side of your nose,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The ones that remind me of orion's belt,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
(the only constellation I know)</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
When I look at them resting on your chest,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Just the way I have to look up to check out the stars in the sky.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
My stars. These I can touch and kiss.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
We'll move down south, carefully,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Avoiding those deep eyes,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
With their fixed stare, deciphering my future for me,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Escaping the whirlwind created by your eyelashes,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
As they cause mini-storms when they blink,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And reach the tip of your nose.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The tip that ends up between my lips sometimes,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
When they grope aimlessly for yours.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Then form that aesthetically perfect curve to reach your ears.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Nibble at them for a long time,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Tracing the contours, feeling the soft cartilage,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Covering all corners, each depression, every bump.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Your ears provide so many possibilities,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Between the two of them,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Time freezes.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
An eternity and a half later,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
We move to your neck.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The place that is pointed at by the ends of your hair,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
It is as if they tell me,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
"You are here. Now kiss!"</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Your neck drives me crazy.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I would color every bit of it,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Spend every bit of the ink and, still not stop.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Your body will ever be unexplored,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Forever enchanting, always a puzzle that has got me hooked.</div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-67846844035155281072014-03-31T13:05:00.003+05:302014-03-31T13:05:56.986+05:30Poems, Stories and Us<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: center;">
You and I make good poetry,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
For people to read and picture their own lovers in their heads.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Men who left, women who didn't,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Girls who broke down every single time in a boring movie,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Boys who were too tough to quit smoke for their lovers,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And those old men who remember the women they married,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The other men they abandoned,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The girls in strange towns on a public bed.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You and I are like a story,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Beginning to form,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A rough draft with spelling mistakes,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The first attempt that is born out of a flash in the author's head,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Stays there for just under a week,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Gets spilled on few sheets of paper,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Scribbles, relationship diagrams and spilled coffee.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Those rough papers often end up crumpled up in the trash,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
But, each bit of paper and ink wasted is,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A mark of construction, magic.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You say you like my poems,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Your friends find them cute, foolish, lame.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I write them because poems stand the test of time,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A good poem is always beautiful,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Timeless, carefree and indifferent.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Just like you.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Pretty, just like you.</div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-54212786383200627632014-03-24T11:38:00.001+05:302014-03-24T11:38:25.318+05:30Touch, Smell, Taste<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: center;">
You constantly fight for the upper lip,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I let you have your way,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The win is in the surrender.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You can have your way with my body,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Just like you've enslaved my mind,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Into thinking nothing more and beyond you.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
When we kiss,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Some powerful God from a mystical land has you.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You change, you become more of what I want,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I become less of me,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
More of an extension to your finely shaped lips,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Moving swiftly at the command of your lips,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Knowing nothing in the world but your lips.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Then you let me go,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The world slowly fills itself back in.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I like your lips,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Even when I have to settle for the lower one,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The one that has more meat,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And curves beautifully at places,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Forming a contour map.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Only my tongue knows how to read it.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Several minutes later,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
(That feel like a blink and a century at the same time)</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
There is the fine smell of your fresh sweat,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You know how to indulge all my senses.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I love your lips,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
But, I want to let go of them,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Place my face close to your body and breathe,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
But, you are the master,</div>
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You won't release me easy,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I have to present my lips to you,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
While my mind is all over you, breathing,</div>
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And sometimes not.</div>
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You won't let me have my way,</div>
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Your body is uncharted,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Just like your upper lip.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-70176629422568972372014-03-17T15:54:00.000+05:302014-03-17T15:54:52.645+05:30Hori Ki Chunar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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आज होरी का रंग ना डारो सजन ,</div>
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एक ही चुनरिया मेरी ,</div>
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जब चले जाओगे, सब बोलेंगे,</div>
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बड़े फीके से रंग पड़े इस साल। </div>
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<br /></div>
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सारी सहेलियां इठलाती हैं,</div>
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इतरायी सी फिरतीं हैं,</div>
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जब सौत मेरी दिखलाओगे,</div>
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उसपे बिछ -बिछ जायेंगी ,</div>
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मुझे ही नौ धरेंगी।</div>
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<br /></div>
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कुछ और दिन रहो,</div>
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मतवालों से,</div>
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चार रोज़, चार पेहेर भर,</div>
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फ़िर जाना अपने बाड़े,</div>
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हम कुछ ना बोलेंगे। </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-36076411762525493912014-03-03T18:53:00.000+05:302014-03-03T18:53:41.680+05:30One Day In A Loud Party<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">One day, in a shy corner of a loud party,</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
I would find him.</div>
</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Bringing his frosty mug of beer close to his lips</div>
</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Taking a sip while looking deep into the mug</div>
</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Small bubbles forming and disappearing,</div>
</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Just like the people around him.</div>
</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
We would both look at each other,</div>
</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Neither would make a move,</div>
</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Too careful to even let the stare last long enough for him to see,</div>
</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
We’d borrow the courtesies of the random stranger,</div>
</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
And steal ourselves a warm handshake,</div>
</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
The twinkle in the eyes would say things,</div>
</span>
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;">
Hesitation would give way to smiles.</div>
</span><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I would notice that he noticed.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-72676757525951116142014-01-20T00:00:00.000+05:302014-01-20T00:00:20.630+05:30The Nationalist Rant<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In my country, the roads are always winding.<br />
We don't like straight ones.<br />
A temple on the road?<br />
We bend our lanes.<br />
A cow giving birth to a brown calf,<br />
with a dark patch on one eye?<br />
We give them way.<br />
A 200 year old tree,<br />
Housing close to a million sparrows,<br />
And half a million twigs wrapped with prayers,<br />
In the form of small pieces of red strings,<br />
Enough to cover the two neighboring villages,<br />
Who walk around naked?<br />
We let the tree live,<br />
And curve the road.<br />
Sometimes a little more than it should.<br />
We are a country of the famous words,<br />
Spoken by our Prime Minister - "Theek hai"<br />
We are a country that avoids the spit covered roads,<br />
With just the nose shriveled up in disgust,<br />
Because we know when we see a pile of filth,<br />
Stacked preciously like wealth of the roads,<br />
On the sidelines, close to the "99 Variety Dosa Corner",<br />
We would force out all traces of phlegm in our throat,<br />
And spit them out on the road with might.<br />
"How disgusting is this filth!?"<br />
We would tell our dog, walking beside us,<br />
Who is ready to poop out an immaculate blend of digested dog food,<br />
That I would leave behind in a stroke of unspeakable generosity.<br />
<br />
We like roads that bend.<br />
We don't like them straight.<br />
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< to be continued ... ></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-65118157839536969322014-01-19T23:56:00.002+05:302014-01-19T23:56:41.250+05:30Your God And Mine.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Each time we try to kiss,</div>
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God comes in our way.</div>
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The torso of your God,</div>
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The head of mine,</div>
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And the voluptuous breasts of their God.</div>
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Sometimes, when I see you naked,</div>
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The God without a shape,</div>
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Comes in the way of me grabbing you,</div>
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With quick magical movements,</div>
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Takes me away and dumps me into a hell.</div>
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<br /></div>
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This hell made of my longing for you,</div>
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A hell devised by many Gods,</div>
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To keep me from loving you,</div>
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And that hell that stops you from loving me back.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Some Gods work in mysterious ways,</div>
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They speak of love,</div>
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Unconditional love for everyone,</div>
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An eternal source of love for the entire human race,</div>
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And rocks, trees, wind, orange sun and bright stars.</div>
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But, fall short of loving us.</div>
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The two tiny dots in the universe, you and I,</div>
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Without love from the almighty God who made everything possible.</div>
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<br /></div>
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You often ask me who my favorite God is,</div>
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I don't like the tone of that question,</div>
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In my eyes, all Gods have always been equal,</div>
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All worthy of my love, all pure, all beautiful and powerful.</div>
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I don't play favorites with Gods,</div>
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Even when they pick and choose sometimes.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638457335736631905.post-39155630640618552502014-01-19T23:35:00.000+05:302014-01-19T23:35:03.322+05:30Two Days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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For two days I'll watch you,</div>
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For the next two you'll make love to me,</div>
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The next two days we'd touch,</div>
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The palms with the little flesh below our ribs,</div>
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While our lips would still be locked.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Two more days,</div>
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I'll watch out of the window,</div>
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You'd be cooking,</div>
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Two eggs with mushrooms and parsley,</div>
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Two birds sitting on our window, looking inside.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Another two days would be spent in making plans,</div>
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Cities to visit, people to meet,</div>
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Two days in Paris,</div>
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Another two in Agra,</div>
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Two days climbing mountains together,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In the cold foothills of himalayas.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Next two days would bring two new men,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
One new you, one new me.</div>
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Two days of arguments,</div>
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Two sleepless nights,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Two hatful acts of revenge sex.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
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You would not want to see my face even for two days,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
I would want to take two days off and go away, alone,</div>
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Each night two bottles of dark rum,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Two mouthfuls of abuses and insults,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Two packets of cigarettes,</div>
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One bed and a couch.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Two eyes filled with countless tears,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Some shattered hopes,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Two broken hearts,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Two unspoken words, "I'm sorry".</div>
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Two days of wanting to be dead,</div>
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Two pairs of hands,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Struggling hard to touch each other.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
A final shake,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Two hands meeting, never to meet again.</div>
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