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i would stop time, if it meant seeing you right before my eyes, for ever.
i would rewind it, till i relive that moment again.
i would break any and every absolute point in time to spend even the slightest of seconds with you.
but only if you agree to stay with me, always.
the scarlet dress she wore,
like a gown of blood for her,
seducing me, violating me
till she slayed me,
and as death did us apart
i stared into her
forever, till she shut my very eyes.
a sweetheart in my bed,
she lies like a marshmallow
it was I, her very heat
that she melted into
under the dark clouds or a bright and shiny full moon, i will think about you. the sound of thunder or the silence of the night, won't stop me from pondering about you.
yesterday it was rainy too. it rained as if the clouds were crying out loud thinking it has gotten all that it asked for, or so i thought for myself. i imagined you in the midst of it. i imagined you standing here, right in front of me, dancing in the puddles made by the rain itself.
yesterday at night the moon seemed majestic, with the blurry clouds, trying to hide it. in such time, i thought about you. i thought, if you were awake in the middle of the night, looking at the moon. if you were there, sitting near your window breathing as calmly as possible, looking at the moon, with your pupils wide like all your interests and thoughts worshipping to the celestial object up in the sky, where your eye lies.
A different world.
PONDERING
i have been thinking about you for quite sometime now. its like you have been on my mind for longer than it seems. among other things i do, on a daily basis, thinking about you is something which is present in there, everywhere, whatever i do.
such is our dilemma
only if one could
wish to be a cloud,
as to cease this
drag, such like life.
not always, but
being ordinary,
extraordinary,
occasionally,
to love,
to be hated.
SUCH A DRAG
its a drag
doing things,
thinking things,
sometimes, at times
watching things,
having fun,
The longing of the moon calls me out every night, just to make sure, if its the full moon in the sky. And sometimes disappointed by the clouds, or the clear night sky, I wish to see it again, sometime later in the future, on a new moon night.
overthinkers are the best the analysts in any field. may it be literature, history, philosophy, or even physics or art.
i can write about love almost most of the times, and for that i don't even need to be loved. it comes from within, by loving someone else, or something else. and for the other most part, i have to fulfill my fantasies, by being loved by myself.
Poetry is beautiful you see. Its not just rhythmic words at the end of every line and stanza. Its used in words of wisdom and death and destruction. Changing the course of someone’s path, sometimes the course of history even. It’s poetic, eh?
“It feels maddening to be a writer”, he said. “It overwhelms me with complicacy. Of all the plots I have created, mine seems the most serpentine.”
the only way you can keep your insanity, your madness and all of your darkness in check, is only when you romanticise them and not let narcissism overwhelm you.
