A divided species
Having arbitrary borders,
Such variety of intolerance
And psychological disorders;
The Jewish holocaust
To random lynchings,
Their decomposed existence,
To kill humanity,
Rather mutate its meaning.
Wednesday, 18 April 2018
The sound of soft, squishy happiness,
They called her Ponyo...
He would whisper to her
About the world outside
She would smile
Imagining her man and child together.
She grew for five weeks,
And then she stopped.
Despite her never having a beating heart,
They were heartbroken to lose her.
Perhaps it wasn't a 'her' as well
But she fuelled their dreams.
'Twas excruciating, the pain,
As she got expelled,
Not just blood, she lost her joy,
Not just peace, he lost his dreams.
A bit of her and a bit of him,
'Twas a beautiful magic
That lasted eight weeks,
Now it's dark, very dark
And there won't be light for long.
He says,'The soul of Ponyo' still lives
Somewhere within her
And someday, soon, they'll have her
Brightening their little world again.
Friday, 8 December 2017
I'm glad you're coming back, partner! It's time for the new phase where we share our lives in the true sense. Brace yourself, it's not going to be easy. We may annoy each other, be cranky sometimes and may even sulk over silly things. The only thing we should remember is to keep the channel of communication open. Everything else can be handled. It's beautiful to grow together, let the roots of our being get entwined in a way that it is almost divine and of course, help each other walk through this life.
I love you.
Saturday, 23 September 2017
The rare incessant rain,
The yellow leaves...
Some adorning the trees,
Some lying on the streets,
Conjure a hundred tales
Of magic and miracles...
September is beautiful. You are one of its precious miracles. It took a lot of soul searching to find you. You are my 'Ikigai'.
Friday, 22 September 2017
We are doing well. You're handsome, lovable and so perfect. I am crazy as ever. Yes, we have survived the distance for 2.5 years. Half a year to go. Have I told you that I'm extremely proud of you? You're my hero. But I will not put you on a pedestal. I prefer clinging on to you like a baby monkey.
I love you.
Sunday, 6 August 2017
Tuesday, 25 July 2017
Fragrant flower, fragrant flower
Drenched in the twilight showerHolding eternity in an hour
She stuns the fox in the bower.
Solitary fox, solitary fox
He seeks the beautiful hollyhocks
While they smile at the paradox;
The mighty witches and warlocks.