Poetry and Prose

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Intimacy is not just physical. To crave a persons presence and energy rather than just their body is the purest form of intimacy.

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A poem is not made of words.

It is made of everything that happened before the words.

Abhilasha, "Can AI replace poets?"

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'There's an ache in the air of June — it wears you and smells like suffering.'

Abhilasha, "not you, not again."

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June Prompts;

1. Your eyes speak to me as if they were the sun in June.

2. The summer sun exposed everything except ______.

3. Write about the difference between being alone and being abandoned.

4. June arrived carrying all the names I promised myself I'd forget.

5. The monsoon came, but not the apology I was waiting for.

6. Maybe closure is just another name for growing around a wound.

7. The rain arrived exactly on time. You didn't.

8. The rain never asks why the clouds are heavy. It simply falls.

Take a prompt, make it yours, and tag me @letsbeapoemtogether if you post it. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

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Even if there is no forever, I will stay until the air I breathe smells like you, the sky I look at carries your shape, and the floor beneath me no longer feels scattered by your absence.

Abhilasha. "In the Shape of You"

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I would stay until your existence dissolves into everything around me. Until the air I breathe carries traces of you. Until every sky I look at reminds me of the way your eyes held entire evenings inside them. Until the spaces I once called empty begin to feel inhabited by the memory of your laughter.

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Perhaps that is what love does at its deepest. It stops asking for permanence and starts becoming part of perception. You no longer look for the person everywhere because they are everywhere. In the songs that suddenly hurt. In the streets that remember footsteps. In the silence that feels strangely occupied.

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People often think love is measured by how long it survives. I think sometimes it is measured by how completely it changes you.

So even if there is no forever, even if time eventually takes us down different roads, I will stay for as long as I can. Long enough for your presence to settle into the architecture of my days. Long enough that every ordinary thing begins carrying your shadow.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

And if one day you leave, I hope the world remains filled with enough of you that I never feel entirely without you.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Even if there is no forever, I will stay until the air I breathe smells like you, the sky I look at carries your shape, and the floor beneath me no longer feels scattered by your absence.

Abhilasha. "In the Shape of You"

[letsbeapoemtogether]

I would stay until your existence dissolves into everything around me. Until the air I breathe carries traces of you. Until every sky I look at reminds me of the way your eyes held entire evenings inside them. Until the spaces I once called empty begin to feel inhabited by the memory of your laughter.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Perhaps that is what love does at its deepest. It stops asking for permanence and starts becoming part of perception. You no longer look for the person everywhere because they are everywhere. In the songs that suddenly hurt. In the streets that remember footsteps. In the silence that feels strangely occupied.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

People often think love is measured by how long it survives. I think sometimes it is measured by how completely it changes you.

So even if there is no forever, even if time eventually takes us down different roads, I will stay for as long as I can. Long enough for your presence to settle into the architecture of my days. Long enough that every ordinary thing begins carrying your shadow.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Even if there is no forever, I will stay until the air I breathe smells like you, the sky I look at carries your shape, and the floor beneath me no longer feels scattered by your absence.

Abhilasha. "In the Shape of You"

[letsbeapoemtogether]

I would stay until your existence dissolves into everything around me. Until the air I breathe carries traces of you. Until every sky I look at reminds me of the way your eyes held entire evenings inside them. Until the spaces I once called empty begin to feel inhabited by the memory of your laughter.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Perhaps that is what love does at its deepest. It stops asking for permanence and starts becoming part of perception. You no longer look for the person everywhere because they are everywhere. In the songs that suddenly hurt. In the streets that remember footsteps. In the silence that feels strangely occupied.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Even if there is no forever, I will stay until the air I breathe smells like you, the sky I look at carries your shape, and the floor beneath me no longer feels scattered by your absence.

Abhilasha. "In the Shape of You"

[letsbeapoemtogether]

I would stay until your existence dissolves into everything around me. Until the air I breathe carries traces of you. Until every sky I look at reminds me of the way your eyes held entire evenings inside them. Until the spaces I once called empty begin to feel inhabited by the memory of your laughter.

[letsbeapoemtogether]

Even if there is no forever, I will stay until the air I breathe smells like you, the sky I look at carries your shape, and the floor beneath me no longer feels scattered by your absence.

Abhilasha. "In the Shape of You"

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WHAT WE LOST

TRYING TO BE

“REAL” MEN AND WOMEN;

Somewhere between

“be a man”

and

“be a good woman,”

people forgot how to simply be human.

Men learned to hide grief

because vulnerability was called weakness.

Women learned to hide anger

because assertiveness was called arrogance.

And both slowly became strangers to themselves.

“Boys don’t cry.”

“Good girls adjust.”

Two simple sentences.

Entire generations emotionally damaged by them.

Patriarchy did not only control women through fear.

It also controlled men through shame.

One was taught silence for safety.

The other was taught silence for masculinity.

Many men grew up loved only when they achieved something.

Many women grew up valued only when they sacrificed something.

So love became performance instead of comfort.

“Real men” were expected to survive without softness.

“Real women” were expected to survive without freedom.

And people spent years performing gender

instead of understanding themselves.

Healing begins

when men no longer feel ashamed of tenderness,

and women no longer feel guilty for taking space.

We were never meant to fit inside these roles so perfectly but to be human first.

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“For years solitude has saved me, like a large house that never denied my shadow.”

Abhilasha.

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I am free and that is why I am lost.

Franz Kafka

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The meaning of life is that it stops.

Franz Kafka

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But this terrible individualism must inevitably have an end, and all will suddenly understand how unnaturally they are separated from one another. It will be the spirit of the time, and people will marvel that they have sat so long in darkness without seeing the light.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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I talk to God but the sky is empty.

Sylvia Plath

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We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

Sylvia Plath

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I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.

Virginia Woolf