The ballad of hazardous (or blissful) cascades of emotions

Sometimes the illusion of a happening happens

sometimes the emotions roll over

sometimes the pathogens of spilled over desire

sabotages the pilgrimage of the heart

sometimes it is good

to divert attention

towards the non-attentive nerves

sometimes it is okay to be

what we are

sometimes it is really a exhilaration of the existential to be

in those moments of rapture

where time ceases to exist

and you and me measure the moment

through a deeper turmoil of being alive

sometimes it is good to fall

sometimes the brain functions paralyzes

and the raw nerves get pricked up

sometimes we gain our sanity

by responding to the deep trance

of the emotional

and the physical

Sometimes we need to paraphrase guilt

when love envelopes our being,

there is an absence of guilt

and presence of something divine, something which cannot be deciphered,

defined or

even transferred to someone else's

perspective

What happened was something

that would have happened in a dream

Sometimes there is a need

to live the dream

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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

Your eyes, that smile

your eyes translate your inner conflicts immaculately they shed tears when skewed by innocence or when you rise in love I always see your eyes when i visit that cafe and in the shadow of all the noises of food and cutlery I sneak my glances at you not so deliberately or so it appears if someone could sue me for being lustful towards your eyes I will go broke that smile spoils my character it's like meditation I lose myself all the while the combination is tyrannical for my beliefs

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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

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