Nature Love 💚

I love the rainfall

And am more in love with the dew,

I love the fog

And am more in love with the snow falling new,

I love the full moon night

And am more in love with the sunset n sunrise’s breath-taking view,

I love red roses

And am more in love with flowers of every hue,

I love every tiny thing every big aspect of nature

Anything I don’t love in it, if any,

Are very few.

Glad in the end..

I didn’t know intensity

And compassion from the other side,

until I got to know you;

and no matter how much I hated you for years in the past

for leaving me,

these are the virtues

that I have found only in you;

I am not saying this because I want something,

It’s just a way of gratitude

for I got to know somebody like you.

Dogmatic defilement.

Sitting on an armchair

Besides a coffin

You’d think there lies your whole world

Silent with thoughts absurd

Yet in the priori

You’d fortify them with your pontifications

While the same world left the whole life

bereft of love n unheard.

Your spell.

Your furious tongue slithering though my neck,

From here to there,

Touching me at places

Was burning my desire like hell,

Peaking my arousal

Rushing the adrenaline through my veins

Making me feel lost

Under your sensual spell.

Know the real deal.

It’s good to be co-operative,

But not that much that you turn your back towards your enemies or haters as an invitation to them to stab you,

Even if it’s just a filthy talk,

You never know who hates you and for what reasons,

thus once you notice any red flag,

I hope you don’t try to turn it into a white flag of peace,

Or try to be a dove in front of a hawk.

Miraculous tragedies is all she knows.

She stopped believing in miracles long ago,

Even if you will feel like one

She will pass by

Abruptly taking you as an illusion

In an attempt to escape

the possibility of her fears

mirrored by you.

Why not??

People destroy your life beyond repair

And then expect you to sympathize with their pity party.

Because why not?

Crocodile tears shown afterwards always have appeal.

Poverty hits different.

They did not listen,

They never could..

Not that they were deaf

Their hunger was more important

They ran together in hundreds

Having no hearth to live in

Didn’t strike their mind what they could

And keeping a distance from their brethren

Was what they should.

Grief of death was big

Grief of living was bigger to contain

You live in beautiful houses

Spending time in luxury

You can understand that perception

It’s hard to feel their pain.

Lightened off..

Not knowing

what’s on going

I know life wants me to keep enjoying

Every feeling

Every impulse I gain

Not wanting me to numb down

Needing me to love everything

Like, love, loss and pain

Stigmatic as I could be

About being so psychic

I know nothing like intuition now-a-days

Feeling free from that heavy load

I am stunned with the sensory relief

Though I am feeling everything

I am unburdened of intuitive grief.

Life of majority.

Life feels strange.

Really strange…

I have not found it any other way;

Where you succumb to the daily hassles

Waking up every morning

Not knowing why you did so,

You become a magnet to robotic tasks,

Doing every single thing,

That you are supposed to do,

Be it expected by society or you.

You think that who do nothing

Are just useless n meaningless,

But do you realize that those same people

Are just doing what they want

And are not being played like you in a worldly mess?

Life is an opportunity for a few

Whose death they feel is nearing

What you do daily?

Just wasting it doing stuff

others find endearing?

You just waste it

Thinking that you have got eternity here

Living a meaningless life

Leaving everything you want to do

While in a wrong direction streering.