The Ballad of the Simmering Brew

You said

that I am a nomadic transgression

sold unnaturally

in this dramatic tapestry

of life

and I said no, its not

yet so simple

the journey is more easier

than you imagine

Its you really

It's you who has brought

me into this joyous melody

of creative hallucinations

endless daydreams and

never ending confabulations

I am so complicated, yeah

you have simplified all

of this with the streak

of so much love all around

You tell me

all the time that we should have

met earlier

and I said yeah we are here and now

this trajectory

is the icing on the cake

and we see it and feel it

all the time

when we see the eyes on fire

this journey is more easier

than you imagine

It's you really

it's you who has brought me

into this joyous melody

of creative hallucinations...

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Rise with you

When the sun stretches its golden arms, and the morning whispers your name, I think of you, steady as the tide, warm as the hearth, a beacon in the quiet storm. Your laughter, a melody that dances through the chaos, a song I hum when the world grows heavy. Your spirit, unyielding, a tree rooted deep, its branches reaching for the infinite sky. In your presence, I am more. Not because you fill me, but because you remind me of the light I carry within. You are the mirror that reflects the beauty I often forget. Together, we are a symphony— not perfect, but alive, each note a testament to the joy of being seen, of being known. You are my safe harbour, my compass in the wild, my friend, my love, my vista And when the night falls, and the stars blink awake, I will rise with you not above, not below, but besides, always besides, in the quiet grace of this boundless love. And when the night descen...

On a special note (Haikus)

She crosses many paths And the Sun is down Her hands are curious Laughter reverberated with ease The sound of a window opening Sky is lit Love, an enigma She looks at her glasses Who is smiling now? Richness of the emotions The eyes look benign Realm of endless thoughts Great is the morning The book falls She touches her mind

Gloom

Blueberries gaping out of a black and white mug chiseled scraped clouds dissemination of a halo Gloom! Persecution of a perspective Shallow intercepts of void the eyes don't pop up on wit Gloom! Smile or a facade? promiscuous promises no more churlish fantasies Gloom! With a bang of sorts exuberance of a victim vivid experiences of certainties Gloom! No voice that sounds like the ocean a vacuum in reason a virtuous moral man Gloom!

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