For the butterfly, it is out,
For the firefly what is within.
You and I survived this stormy night together,
Both inside and outside.
Our conversations and compromises
Change with the sky and stars
Like the raging storm that passes by.
We fall like wet twigs outside
Like stardust inside.
Let me hold your mind
And eyes
Like my poems hold your body
Like a catalog.
I. Gifts, scars, pity, hot chocolate?
What do you need, I feel...
My relentless love, tireless attention.
The calmness and the solitude you get while working out is similar to meditation. Either I am doing it right or am doing both wrong. :-)
Today, during my workout, I have begun to understand why Shaolin monks practice Kung Fu. How the mind does win over matter, if trained hard.
Boundaries of 'the other' and 'my body' blur temporarily. Oneness permeates within, without thought.
As your body struggles and shivers, your mind stills.
As your breath tries to escape, you let it go.
Each breath you take becomes a measured one. Each rep and each set starts being accounted for. Just like each decision, each change, each event, each action and inaction. Just like life.
You know you control most muscles of your body; you also realize most of these muscles control your thoughts too.
Each workout is a lesson in humility.
There's only this much weight you can lift, this much burden your mind can carry. For all the weights you lifted, all the breaths you took, all that you burdened your mind with, will one day turn to nothingness.
We all end up as five elements and maybe a few more. For only time will tell our stories only to be forgotten in time.
People come, people go.
Like seasons and the winds,
They change.
With you, I can sit in a ruined city
And paint the heavens
And, like a mountaintop that touches
The clouds,
I want to touch your touch.
You're a stranger, who I know well,
A strange dreamer who knew me well.
We wear each other's skins.
A savior, a hot cup of chocolate
In winter,
A book that my mother reads,
You're a temple for my broken mind
And healed heart.
After all, we're:
Companions of each other's
Sacred scars,
Storming in a tea cup,
Frothing in a coffee.
You're...
Deep conversations,
Loud laughter.
Unanswered questions,
Avalanche of emotions.
Classical music,
Romantic novels.
Treasured memories,
Incensed fragrances.
Old books,
Stolen kisses.
...Just a few things,
I'll give up for
You.
For, you're...
In a sleepy, remote village,
Under a thatched roof's lighthouse,
As a rooster crows early morning,
Waking up even the goats,
I sit up on her bed
And wonder:
How this came to be?
As dark, about-to-mate clouds arrive,
But don't ejaculate,
I stand on her parched fields
And wonder:
How between our bedsheets,
Those clouds mate?
Your smile,
My words,
Are entangled particles
Even if far apart.
Entangled beyond comprehension
Like two hearts need to break
To find love all over again.
As our inside selves are found,
Will the cosmic bodies burn out?
Will the cityscapes turn into tombs?
Will the lights go off and sounds fall silent?
Till then,
Shall we smile
At closed and bitter mouthed strangers too?
As you look at your reflection in the mirror,
Shall we quote a word or three?
