I tromped on clouds
Tore apart a sky
Rode the wild winds
And you ask me why
It’s another day’s toil
Oh! how much I toil!
Just to say β I love you
How do I unbosom myself
If not with poetry.
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Most days are like this. Words are either difficult to catch like the wind or too distant like the clouds. But I like the labour that goes into poetry and love.
Grabbing minutes from busy hours, thoughts tumbling into simmering pots, the strong smell of garlic clinging onto verse – this is how my poems come together. This is how love unravels.
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Love ka tadka achha laga, cos love makes the world go round, superb, RenπΉπ
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Glad you liked it, Shaahi. : )
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