Category: Love
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The ballad of hazardous (or blissful) cascades of emotions
Sometimes the illusion of a happening happens sometimes the emotions roll over sometimes the pathogens of spilled over desire sabotages the pilgrimage of the heart sometimes it is good to divert attention towards the non-attentive nerves sometimes it is okay to be what we are sometimes it is really a exhilaration of the existential to…
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Opine
I may opine about you and the craziness around the world and it may subsume your inner core I see you as a fact of my own inner self the data generated is limited to my perception which gets assessed by my petty little mind I may not do it as well and accept your…
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On the Willow Bake shop
Ethereal pathways lead to an aura of comfort and calm and a space of self-ranting over a brewed conversation gets figured out, somewhere in the heart Suddenly, the thoughts sift from the oceans to the skies and the blues actually turn into reds and green and grey is not all that bad the holiday…
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M
Metaphors, no that’s not what I am telling futile stories about I am thinking of saying something about her in simple words (unlike of a poet) But how do I deconstruct it? How do I clamor for new adjectives? or chase new words that match her ebullience How do I say that I am charmed…
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In the arms of the Sun (translation of Javed Akhtar’s song – Sooraj Ki Baahon main)
This life is now in the arms of the Sun with rays of light engrossing the breath and illuminations enlightening the conversations whatever the changes happen in the rhythm of the heart, it is just a profundity of a thought that we get this life just once hence we have to love it steadfastly why…
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Unexpressed
A confabulation of verbosity looking you through a glass of red wine hazy imagery of a poetic orgasm peak of the verse beyond words you are a trifle pudding apples and cinnamon conditioning your breath the touch is the air the effervescent day refreshing scented sunset the image of a shining rose flower on an…
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Which was never meant to be
Circa 1993, a splendid corrosion of old identities dissolved at a business school the mindset of allowing new ipseity to harness itself took me to my new evanescent dream which was never to be a cursory stealing glance from her through my accounting notes was enough fodder for my anticipation somehow lead us to exchange…