It's hard to believe
that not that long ago
you and I were strangers.
Now we feel closer
than family
meeting in the middle
of infinity,
Finding in each other
the friend we have ached for
in need and in darkness
becoming each other's light
shining bright
at precisely the right time...
My Anam Cara
My dear friend
What a joy to meet you
As my heart begins to mend.
There's a touch of magic
in how this came to be,
a rescuing of something deep
that I didn't know needed saving.
Entering this unknown realm
my heart widens in awe -
This forever friendship
our privileged newfound bond
unique and emotional,
powerful and strong...
My Anam Cara
My dear friend
What a joy to meet you
As my heart begins to mend.
At a time of vulnerability
a weary, confused soul
found in you a reason
why happy tears can roll.
We share instinctive understanding
our likes and humour too.
What I'm trying to say is,
"I deeply appreciate you!"...
My Anam Cara
My dear friend
What joy to meet you
As my heart begins to mend.
My Anam Cara
My dear friend
You've found lodging in my heart
with a hug that has no end.
Putting all our effort,
Into building ourselves a fort,
Will few problems sort,
If unlocking the gate does not seem worth the effort,
When others won't come out of their fort,
Afraid to trust anyone to guard their port,
When they leave their fort
To drink our port,
And toast another good sort.
The first drop of blood
Who dare wield this dagger
It is I, Brutus
As I yield and stagger
Under watchful eyes
Caesar's cloth has been torn
An old era dies
A new Caesar's been born
Every time in Paltan Bazar,Guwahati
I see a mingled life :
From North Each hill states
And mainland’s far off strand.
Arunachal Pradesh,Manipur,Meghalaya
Mizoram,Nagaland-
All join the throng,
Along with Tripura and Assam
By train,bus and aeroplane.
People mainly from North East arrive there
Coming to Guwahati
Or to go to different parts of India.
They are of different castes,
tribes and creed,
With varied tongues and customs
Side by side
or one after another
Like different flowers
Each bringing a petal -
Fragrance,colour,grace.
And Paltan Bazar seems a living art
A market of hues
Mainly from North East
Beautiful and loving.
Father Wally
Mother Molly
Daughter Polly
Sister Holly
Play Dolly
Son Solly
Dog Collie
Rain Brolly
Shopping Trolley
Mistaken Folly
Jeshua Holy
Atheist Unholy
It’s set to be the heat today
As it was yesterday - I fathom
The God still takes us for a clay
Can’t tell one hot day from another
The ghost of you comes down but I
Can’t see if you are here
Though I can feel your loving smile
As if you are so near
As you once were in happy days
We nonchalantly spent
Maybe if I could see your face
I’ll be that ghost you met
In our lifetime’s recent past
Under your apple tree
We’ll meet again, revived from dust
Hot summer day it’ll be.
My darkness met your light
indifferent lazy eyes.
Your iris gave the testament
of my pained brutal sight.
Seconds ticked into hours
and time fleeting work.
The distance is sweet pain
and your lashes does wonders.
Still in debate eyes remain
hunger to win, to conquer.
They are stuck in inevitable void
as we break the hurting refrain
The whole day revolves around this second
replaying the glistening light
but there is nothing to ponder upon
because my eyes remain vacant.
You out of sight.
Our love . . . a forevermore love,
in my heart it will always flow;
even though you have gone above.
Darling, I am full of sorrow,
oh, why, why did you have to go;
will visit your tomb tomorrow.
Visions come to me of your kiss;
as I walk past tombs row on row,
oh, your lips gave me such sweet bliss.
In my night dreams I see your face,
you come to me as a shadow;
and my fingers caress and trace.
I am shattered and heartbroken,
my soul is weeping, weeping woe;
oh, many words left unspoken.
I stayed with you till the last breath,
and will come in sun, rain, and snow;
for this true love will survive death.
Darling, meet me at heaven's gate,
when for my soul dark death will crow;
but years perhaps will be our wait.
In another life,
I hope we meet again
Let it be me who finds you first
I'd gather every light the universe holds,
and wrap your heart in their warmth,
like your favorite sweater on a rainy day.
I'll write you thousands of letters,
each one carrying my soul to yours,
with every word that holds my longing.
And I promise to fill your world
with all the love and kindness I have.
The stars will whisper your story,
traced across the night sky,
reminding the world
You were always meant to shine,
Even when shadows fall.
In another life,
I'll find you again and I'll love you,
Till the very end...
Coming from someone who already spent one lifetime arriving too late. Yk there are evenings when the heart grows so full of unsent tenderness that it invents new lifetimes simply to give that love somewhere to exist. Like pressing a letter between the pages of an old book, trusting that if another life truly exists, someone will eventually open it and know exactly who it was written for.
we are but lovers
stranded on an island
meeting at sunset
meet me at the green house of boots whispered the fairy.
Where is it? I asked but she had already flown away, merry.
I followed her direction with both of my eyes, green.
Ran quickly behind her, but lost this faerie queen.
Was about to give up when I saw her at a large boot.
Come quickly! She told me, they will think this is a hoot!
We are giving them presents, but I did not see any.
That faerie blinked her eyes twice and then there were twenty.
to my table the Matre ’dee
brought a blowfish to me
fish was wearing rainbow shades
he said he’d caught him in the Everglades
Do you like to live on the edge?
I looked for a place to hide- a bush, a hedge.
The blowfish stuck his tongue out at me.
Sure, I’ll take a chance I said to the Matre ‘Dee
The erstwhile poet chose
to write hideous prose
Narratives of mangled fingers
of twisted elbows linger
Hardening readers’ hearts
though they could not bear to part
from every line the genius wrote
his brilliance in sickening verse cloaked
May it never reach me
Nor as rumour.
Anything - end of time;
Of this world-age
Man's last death-rage-
But not what darker still
And forever
As would make Heaven, Hell:
Our love, soul-bound
Has been unwound.
5/11/26 1:53 P.M
You never stayed
Never stayed long enough to meet
Me.
You thought I was
Abrasive
Rude
Wrong
But I was a girl covered in armor cherishing her heart behind it
The heart already shattered but
She salvaged what she could
And managed to love in the dark with every crumbling piece
But you didn't see me
Me as the girl who listens to sad country songs
And thinks of the people who taught them to her
The girl who admired the sunsets
The sky dances with shades of rose and orange dreamsicle bleeding into blackness
and quiet
You never saw the girl who loved silence
You saw the armor but never the crumbled girl behind it
The girl who cried at night wondering why
The girl who had paced in her room whispering to herself at 1 in the morning
The girl who cried at Instagram posts fearing she was missing out
You never stayed so you never met her
The girl behind the armor
Who finds beauty in everything
The bright sun
The dark night
The swaying trees
And whatever person was gentle enough to hear her and stay to see me.
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