Augustine

[anbukarasi]

Home is a memory.

My home is him and I in his favourite bike riding mindlessly in the night of the sky on the flyover overlooking the mall we said we'll visit someday but never did ; the same flyover where I wore my heart on my sleeve opening my heart to him . I still remember the moment like it was yesterday the cold wind nipping our skin, the moon bearing witness to my avowal.

An indelible memory ingrained in my bones.

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[aidashakur]

[stricatul]

[rainbowafterstormy]

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[nixscriptum]

[anbukarasi]

People leave not because they don't see a future with you , they leave because they see a future with you . Sounds contradictory I know .

The future they see scares the shit out of them . The future demands a better version of themselves and they are just not ready for that .

The weight of responsibility, the amount of emotional maturity they must attain to be that version feels almost impossible to achieve.

A particular question baffles me that is , " how can a better version of yourself scare you into staying the same ?" Because if I get even a glimpse of what My better version looks like I'm running towards her. My perspective sounds fair which is , the ideal version may look tempting but the path to attain it may test you , break you , mould you and the version could be years away from you sometimes even a lifetime away from you . I know that it's not that easy to make a run for it because the baggage each one carries is a huge peril . I always feel like I have left things in the past because it's necessary but the weight of guilt, grief and remorse presses hard on my chest , paralyzing me halfway. The last thing I utter is " I was this close to being all that I wanted to be " .

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I was not in love with you, I was in love with the person you could be .

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Every fictional tale has a reality.

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I can build back everything you destroyed

But, what's the use if you are not willing to stay .

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And that's the beauty of love the hands that kill you, resuscitate you .

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I don't know where to go with all these broken pieces of my heart; I want to run towards God but then I remember , it is the same God that made us meet, become friends, made us fall in love, built us into something beautiful only to watch us fall apart.

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[lowfaith]

goddamn, woman

you got into my bones last night,

crawled in through the whiskey,

slid under my skin with the acid burn,

and now you're still there—

aching, scratching, twisting.

I walked the city trying to shake you off,

lit a cigarette, then another, then another,

but none of them burned like your mouth did.

you're in my teeth.

you're in my hands.

you're in the sheets that still smell like sweat and sin.

I want you again.

no poetry, no games.

just you.

bring your body.

bring your goddamn fire.

-R

[writing-prompt-s]

"YOU HAVE THREE WISHES," the genie says grandly. "Oh no, that's fine I don't need all three. I just wanted one." The genie raises an eyebrow. "So what is your 'one' wish?" "I wish for time to stop every time I pick up and read a book—and start again when I put it down, so I always have time to read."

[anbukarasi]

I know my prayers will not go unanswered ;

If the Gods see fit , what is lost will be replaced by something or someone better . 

But , am I a heedless , ungrateful child to wail,  

 " I don't want  better.  I just want what I prayed for, isn't that what prayers are for?".

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[aidashakur]

[anbukarasi]

THE WOMAN WHO NEVER WAS & NEVER WILL BE pt.1

The woman who gets to marry him , the woman with the ring and right , the woman who gets his last name ,  the mother of his children, the lady of the house , the moments created in that little heaven , the family that exists and the family that will be built , the woman who will tell her kids the story of "how I met your father", the woman who will wipe his tears when he hits rock bottom, the woman he can't wait to go home to , the woman who gets the valentine gift, the woman who will hold his hands when he struggles to keep up when his grey locks turns salt , the woman who gets to watch her little ones grow and pass on the love story to  their grandkids , the woman who will hold his hands when he turns into a star , the woman who will be remembered.

  The gods , the stars , the planets , the constellations were on her side when they tipped  the scales in her favour but made me surrender to my fate .

-- the other woman

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[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"I didn't want this to happen."

"And yet you did nothing to stop it."

[anbukarasi]

The pride in my eyes when I know others can't have him the way I do ;

The greed for his love ;

The lust - flame burning through the sheets electrifying our pact ;

The envy that prevails when I remember the women that loved you before me ;

The gluttony to get you drunk in my love ;

The wrath against people who hurt you;

The sloth - I covet the time to move slower when you're around me.

Oh , inamorato - can't you see my desire to sin in our abode of love.

-Anbukarasi ©