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Let me not say "missing you"

My verse when it revolves around thinking of you in a way that is a strange mix of yearning and a smile has there two words in common, "missing you" and it is perplexing because whenever I write these two words, I do really miss you and it changes the plot whatever I write turns into pure yearning Today, I thought of devising a plan I will not say that I miss you henceforth can I replace there words with a set of five or six words, like "in the aura of your sweetness" or "meddling my thoughts with you" or even, "in love with your existence?" People may argue that words are creation of a human mind so what will happen If I keep on saying that I am "missing you"? I am not aware of someone else' thoughts I do not want to trade off yearning with desperation If I am in love with your existence I see you everywhere hence, no point of saying that I miss you Now this decision looks like it will not change and I feel relived in a certain way

The warmth of a ballad that is you

Few hours are already gone but the aroma of that one hour in the morning today brilliantly matches the feeling that you get when you meet someone who is prepossessing, with the eyes that sparkle perpetually and the wise fragrance of the warmth that starts with a generous hug and sets the day as a therapy in action that beautiful heartful hour when the city was flirting with half sun and half of patchy clouds, was a kind of a poem if one considers steaming breakfast and a animated chatter with a loving human as a complete verse All of it, now that I recall was like a spiritual serendipity, a subtle mindfulness something that I really wish I can describe in these random lines Soulful connections do not always happen randomly there is this organic urge to meet, confabulate and ignite our worlds with each others' presence Your presence is a soothing tender balm and as I take this deep breath and close my eyes I imagine this day would perch in my mind as a sunny bright day where the coo

The narratives of you and me

This is why I know you and my calculation of the heart revolves around the myths I manufacture around me I have my reasons sorted out or so they seem to be it is about me and what I perceive I believe in I love to have that meaning that defines me When I walk that boulevard with you I look at the colorless rain filled sky and your red color fashion statement howsoever absurd it may seem tends to reflect your candor or that's what I gather there are many "I's" in what I am writing here When I close my eyes and try to breathe deeper while flying from one thought to other silly innuendo I see you face, clear without blemishes and in the circle of white translucent light smiling, head tilted towards me while you listen to what I say When I look at everything with love I seem to transcend the transactional the semantics of you and me is surely menial to what we feel when we sit quietly with each others' warmth If I just "be", I am me and you are you  

The time to tell it all

From moronic silly conversations to self pathos the tumultuous years have gone by leaving me more vulnerable and defeated  than ever before I thought so as much and it just happened all the fictions of the past are real nothing is metaphorical  not because my heart says so  not because you still admire my false naivety I struggle  with my self-pity and the realization that the time of some benign work does not sound extraordinarily comforting My insecurities have given me the courage in some ways to say this to you I am a figurehead of anomalies with a shallow intellect of a frightened depth of course, your presence makes it easier for me to talk it out the realm of your lack of judgment has the stamp of unconditional love

Pain

  I have dissolved my judgements they lie somewhere  quiet far, in the oblivion of some fallacies I am numb and energy spreader at the same time which is really uncanny and funny, even for me the mind is like a forest fire tormenting to the extent of getting  extinguished of all the dreams or intelligence I am here and now the responsibility of my opinions rests on me, within me this is not loneliness or even opposite to it this feeling can be measured by the spells of  my conscious anger still unfathomable for few as they would not know how I have never been a slave of my decadence I am rising up and getting back and to dispel darkness I need a long walk to be out of it

A friendly Valentine's day

  The day has definitely some meaning as this is the day I reflect on the memories and my time spent with you on educated gossip, platonic ideals and situations galore where we talked, shared dreams and imagined surreal fantasies, is precious and serendipitous it is rare to have a heart that resonates with my mind and you have touched a piece of my world love is not just a one-dimensional construct beyond lovers there are those intangible, unexpressed cohorts of togetherness of mind-share, intellect and mutual comfort within close bonds of friendships une affaire intellectuelle Happy Valentine's day! let every other day be rejoiced with serenity of our being

Your eyes

  Whenever I do this thought experiment after looking at this causal inference from the look of your eyes and then close mine my breathing changes and I feel the sensation of a beating heart even in the palm of my hands, those you had touched when we had met Can someone seriously feel these sensations?   my mind questions all of this and I have to nod, in affirmative and I decipher that evasive philosophies, all the clutter that reason and logic define is subservient to my raw instinct which has nothing in it but you and your different emotions, forms, and surrealism   can I love you in parts? shall I start with eyes, gorgeous laughter or that perpetual curiosity, that energizes a broken heart? or that warmth, which for no reason limits my choice of verse?   when I imagine you  I enter the space of your innocence and in the background somewhere I hear  soothing piano notes, as I hold you close and shelter you from your predicaments

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Your aura is consistently brewing in my intractable mind need I say I am drenched in it? the day I met you, and it is so recent like the flower that has bloomed  in this spring of transcendence the beating heart and the soulful parleys co-existed, at least for me, in those three hours the beguilement of your demeanor  and the insights of your innocence it is all embedded in the cells of my prefrontal cortex, refusing to vanish, reluctant to let-go I cannot detach your thoughts from my current state of meditative nonchalance and that is how it has to be as a strain of Sun  touches the feet when I write this at the cusp where the departing winter morning seduces in its spell I can't help but smile and close my eyes I am smitten in a most undiscernible way It is subtle in many ways, definitely profound from another version of my own truth and there are few side effects my intellect has become more illuminated and I am charmed into new  horizons of hope I cannot really explain this so