There is no attachment.
There is no affection.

But there is enough pain.

If you don't look at me, Know one thing for sure.
You would not get me at my last place.
Because I feel the efforts in the last place are devoid of your touch!

There is enough pain.
And I don't wish to fall into any trap of your excuses.

Because for me, I have to deal with my chronicles of pain.
©shivpoetesspriya

The "No feelings" can't state there is no love!
The "no feelings" and the emphasis on the intention of fighting do not mean there is no love.
And the intention to fight is like wanting to fight, so it can state there is a fight.
So, for that reason, yes, there is a fight.

But as you tend to ignore me, and for my sake,
Can I say there is no love even when we agree that there may still be love present despite fighting?

I wish I were with you at your side of the sea.
I wish I were ever with you despite you ignoring me.
Know that there is a fight while facing that supporting emotion for you, as you tend to ignore me!
©shivpoetesspriya

I wonder if this desire and the bond that I feel in my heart—a bond that feels like a bond of mother and child—will ever be fulfilled. But you are always more than a mother, aren't you?

Mothers are even termed superior to any gods.

Then, if you are more than a mother, what should it be in my heart?

Let it be goodness, as it is the only thing that saves us from trouble!

But this bond is empty, I feel.

What bond is that? Where there is no attachment or feelings?

What keeps you moving on? It is painful when you choose not to look at me even though you can. It is always this madness, and I refer to it as pain!

©shivpoetesspriya

It feels like magic when a piece of you sings a music genre that is named love.
It feels like a special musical genre with a familiar beat that greets and follows my heart.
It holds the capacity to rewind the memories of love.
And when that happens, I listen to you daily, my playlist!
An unlocked melody that was so strange once now becomes every song in my entire playlist.
So, I hear you daily in all the songs.
Those song- genres are luckily named love.
And I figured it out as your melodies in my playlist!
©shivpoetesspriya

The newly married couple, Mr. Butter Masala and Mrs. Maggie Butter Masala reached their farmhouse at Kasauli Hills for summer vacation.

Standing on the balcony of their room, Mrs. Maggie asked Mr. Butter, "Would you like to join me in seeing the sunset point today?

"Sure, I also wanted to introduce you to two friends tonight!" Mr. Butter replied.

"That's a nice plan," Mrs. Maggie said.

"Would you like a cup of ginger tea?" asked Mr. Butter.

"You're the world's best tea maker; I would love to have it," said Mrs. Maggie. "But would you like to have tea cake along with it?"

Mr. Butter and Mrs. Maggie had a wonderful time at Kasauli Hills Station, which had stunning scenery and delicious food. When they got ready for their evening plans to watch the beautiful sunset and meet their friends, they walked down the hill station with their hands a little far away from each other, lost in thought about whether they wanted to hold hands.

As they enjoyed the sweet cold air while walking down and the peaceful scenery around, they were silent but present with each other.

"Sweetly, Mr. Butter said, 'You look beautiful in this orange dress.'"
"You look dapper in your blue suit, too!" replied Mrs. Maggie shyly. "

Both Mr. Butter and Mrs. Maggie reached the sunset point and smiled while watching the sun gracefully settling down, leaving beautiful tints of colors in the sky. They looked shy and wanted to talk but didn't speak that much.

When Mrs. Maggie asked Mr. Butter anything, he answered and looked at Mrs. Maggie's face, but shy Mrs. Maggie looked away. If Mr. Butter had asked anything of Mrs. Maggie, she replied and looked away with a smile but was present with him. So, somehow, they only talked a little.
Amidst the simple conversation between Mr. Butter and Mrs. Maggie, nature looked serene with excellent mountain scenery and greenery. The couples walked to a place to dine with their friends.

Mr. Hakka and Mrs. Hakka welcomed Mr. Butter and Mrs. Maggie. They greeted each other enthusiastically. Mr. Hakka and Mr. Butter were old friends and laughed at many stories.

As they planned to order some drinks, Mrs. Maggie generously offered them the peanut chaat she had prepared.

"What would you like to have? Any favorites in the drink?" asked Mr. Hakka.

"I am happy with the lemon water!" Mrs. Maggie replied contentedly.

"Are you also going to drink?" asked Mrs. Maggie curiously, looking at Mr. Butter.

"Will you start to faint if you drink too much?" asked the tensed Mrs. Maggie.

While Mr. Hakka made fun of Mr. Butter, Mr. Butter shyly assured Mrs. Maggie that she could take care of him if he found it difficult to stand.

"Yes, but we should protect each other. Please don't drink so much that you lose your senses!" said Mrs. Maggie (sounding concerned).

"I won't," assured Mr. Butter.
After a beautiful dinner get-together, the couples prepared to leave for their stay station.

This time, Mr. Butter extended his hand towards Mrs. Maggie to go back to their hill station. Mrs. Maggie felt happy, and they looked a little hesitant and shy, but they looked pleased. They thought they would talk to each other, but they didn't speak much.

That night, when they strolled in their garden poach area, nature looked warmly pleased by them, and stars shone on them. Mr. Butter turned to Mrs. Maggie to initiate a heartfelt conversation and began with an intriguing question. He lovingly asked if she would care for him throughout his life and be there for him through all the ups and downs. Mrs. Maggie's eyes twinkled when she started answering Mr. Butter. She lovingly replied to him, saying, 'I'm always just a hand away from you. You may want to feel my presence, then always hold your hand towards your chest and feel my presence in the pure silence of your heart. The only thing that I worry about is that nothing should ever happen to you. Would you always take care of yourself? Will you please do that for me?

Mrs. Maggie's words moved Mr. Butter so much that he hugged her in response.
The stars already shining on them started gazing at the moon, which was about to appear clear amidst the clouds. When the moon caught the star's gaze, he lovingly smiled at the couples and made a wish to the stars that were twinkling in the distance.

The serene nature and harmonious couples exuded a tranquil and blissful aura of togetherness.
In this way, the two unique couples, Ms. Maggie and Mr. Butter, remained calm and patient while listening to each other's daily worries and casual conversations, feeling satisfied and content in silence.
On a slightly sweet note, even though they didn't converse much, they were always present with each other throughout their journey!

©shivpoetesspriya

O beloved, you are my season.
Now that I have figured this out.
I see all my seasons have gone.

I liked a particular song and wanted to avoid touching the chords of my heart so as not to disturb that song and its tune.

Please don't ask what made my pain. What elements made such feelings?
When our minds are stuck, our hearts get stuck, too.
Tears may be the result here!

I hope the music heals and makes you soft.
I hope you heal and sing your worries away.
I hope you feel your heart singing along with the music and be happy.

Please don't ask me what made my anger.
The water. It is like water. Ready to wash off oneself!

I hope you always heal, especially when you struggle to let go of things.
©shivpoetesspriya

O darling,
What is life?
When you don't understand?

Is it some botheration eating you when you want to hum a love tune?

What is life?
When you don't understand?
Darling.

Is it the weight of worry settling in your stomach,
Weighing you down until you're finally free from the crunch?

What is life?
When you don't understand?
Darling.

I feel it.
It's all overwhelming, like facing something big.
Facing and letting go of everything all at once!

What is it, my darling?
What is life?
When you don't understand?
©shivpoetesspriya