“A person cannot spread love without doing what makes them happy, and a person cannot be happy unless they spread love.” -s.p.
Incandescent sky
An incandescent navy sky, city lights
Reflecting in the fog like stars
Touching humanity. Ever so slightly
Do we give in, do we give in to the
Serenity of a moment. A shivering
Spectacle at half past twelve, when
For the time we spend worrying
Seems repugnant and ridiculous.
As I ride the usual route to bed,
I notice for a few moments how
The wind bites my lips, and
The city whispers my name. Every
Muscle contracts and every breath
Is sharp. Outside there is silence, but
Inside, music caresses the curves of
My mind. Many Hims have drowned
My thoughts, many tears have evaporated
On my skin. But it is the same path,
And the same air and the same
Heart which is touched by that incandescent navy sky, with city
lights reflecting in the fog like
Stars touching her.
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Beginning?
Eyes of curiosity. A line
Between brows fitted about
Spectacle like mine. A hope
Of reassurance in the tone of
Your voice. What beginning
Is this?
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Pretty Eyes
-Why do we like boys?
-Because they have pretty eyes.
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“He visits my town once a year
He fills my mouth with
Kisses and nectar.
I spend all my money on him.
Who, girl, your man?
No, a mango
-Amir Khusrow (1253-1325 CE)
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Strangers in a Donut Shop
Ethereal moments. Timeless
Memories. A grungy
Donut shop. Tungsten lights
That cast a green glow
On their kingdom. For a
Moment even the saddest
Can laugh. A clenched
heart, stressed and always
pounding can ease. No
Tears can drown this
Fleeting happiness. We
Laugh, we bicker. Strangers
In a donut shop for a
Few minutes are the
Best of friends. Not
Even Mr. Brightside can
Make me cry tonight.
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Retrospective bias
We desire sunlight through
Windows and lazy
Morning. Instead we
Get fatigue and
Messy rooms. We look
For perfection but
Find tattered moments
Of imperfect spectacles.
But then there are those
Ethereal milliseconds
Where everything slows
Down & we are content.
Of course, human
Nature tends to ruin them
At some point. Be it lust, miscommunication,
Boredom. We look back at them with bias,
Uneasy that any word, action,
Or text will blow up that
Beautiful memory. Swing
dancing drunkenly, a
Kiss. All these things have
Ends. All these things
Seem destined to break our
Hearts and dampen our spirit.
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