truth

what is it?

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there is a truth
that waits within us.

it doesn’t scream out
for resolution
nor does it resist.

it paces itself
on our heartbeats
and goes unnoticed
before the silhouetted sunsets.
the insignificance is same to me
as to you.
but what does exist
that your touch on my lips
cannot reveal?

it lives on, unconvinced
by logic and faith
as I dive deeper
into your river
that sketches me into our horizon,
and the truth slowly
surfaces up
with my remains.

it will stay there
until one and all shall delight us
and we, them.

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i drank poetry today.

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i drank poetry today.

the dripping speck
of its black ink
invited my enticing taste buds
to grab a sip from the
hot, steamy brew
of words
dreaming together like
the arctic bay breeze.

i brought it closer
to the horizon
of my eyes, and wished
upon myself
the fortunes of
no bias, and lies.
even though the truth
was bitter as
her sly smile, it was
still the truth, in
every word and line.

i drank poetry today.

or
maybe it was just

coffee.

Untitled

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continued from last time…

What I find amusing about Texas weather is that it changes a lot. I mean multiple times a day. I vaguely remember one day in August I checked the weather before going out, and it was a promising 85 with sun shining nice and high. An hour later I get out of this meeting, and it’s fucking pouring down. I’m damn sure they put out flash flood warning for that shit. You could have just floated in your boat and sung those rain songs on your way back home in that much water which collected there in last hour and only God knows how. That was my first encounter with this mood of nature. Everyone around me acted like it was normal.

Me? Hell no.

I just stood there with my eyes wide open staring at the huge drops of water coming down from the gray sky thinking about what in the fuck am I going to do now without an umbrella.

Truth be told, it didn’t turn out to be a good day. I’m not a big fan of multiple showers a day. I barely get on with the required one. And that gray sky, it pisses me off. You can’t go out, and that alone restricts me to do stuff. Do stuff. Something. Anything. That’s what I do. All the time. And the rain basically told me, hey you, fuck off. And I’m just sitting there sipping my coffee listening to an intelligently picked mellow music playlist specially curated for rainy days in my room running out of ideas to DO stuff. I never liked being restricted.

I like my freedom. I like my options open most of the times. And I get it that you can’t always have whatever you wish for, but most of the times, I just need the freedom to think and act on. That’s pretty much what I desire from people around me. And from life overall. But rain devoid me of that freedom. Unless you give me a soccer ball and couple of humans. Then I’m the happiest kid in the world.

But this story here is far from being a happy story. It’s not going to be pretty, or colorful, or even have a happy ending after all the bullshit. There’s no doodling with crayons. Yeah, the movies lied to you. As of now, it doesn’t even have an ending. Because shit seems to keep going on and on. Forever and ever. And for as long as the shit keeps going on, there will be a writer bored out of his fucking mind writing about it.

Because somebody gotta entertain, ain’t that true? So be it. I’ll keep writing, and you keep reading.

be

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wishing away a
secluded life
of being useful to people
to whom
it is easy to do good,
i kept walking
on the paved roads
of selfish

wishing of work
which one hopes
may be of some use,
i kept moving
my fingers
trying hard to open
the empty drawers
of greed

wishing in the
moment
for the perfect
moment,
i kept denying
why
everything exits
why
everything is

but then
i stopped
ceased my work
and looked
around

wishing to be
happy
i found,
if you want to
be happy,

be.