What draws me in, to this?

Is it love, or something twisted—
Said a mother to her daughter
It's so hard to tell the difference

                            But please;
                                     I need to know the difference

"
I didn't understand then
And I won't pretend to know much more now;
All I can do is try to not be angry
                          
                            And at that, I'll fail.
                                                           ­        But I'll learn

"
I used to believe in the world, with an innocent infatuation for its goodness

Now I believe, with a knowing compassion for its faults

...

I think things that are perfect are easy to love;

         We meet God in our love for that which is not

I've never written a limerick.
Thinking of it makes me sick.
Better a sonnet
or a woman upon it.
Maybe, I'll just play with my ****.

Soft hush
a lilac hush,
spilling from heaven’s cufflinks.

Dust-throated wind,
draped in violet lace,
forgets how to whisper.

Once,
a petal kissed my wrist,
feather-light, sugar-spun.
(It melted before I could love it.)

Beneath the boughs
time folds like an origami swan.
A child presses footprints into fallen silk,
calls for lullabies.

Glittering
a secret only the butterflies know,
written in ultraviolet sighs.

Stay.
Stay.

But the season is shifting,
jacaranda knows no permanence.

A lilac hush
soft hush
dissolving into sky.

What if two souls of symphonic stanza
With hearts full of haikus' hope
Met right here on Hello Poetry
By reading what the other wrote.

They'd send messages of meter
With affectionate allusions
This couldn't get any sweeter
Free verses with no conclusion

A poem crafted with emotions true
Was sent to one of the two last night.
It wants to say, "I love you more than words."
But instead reads, "I love the way you write."

They'll figure out in time that they're meant to be together
And I am sure that they'll make the cutest couple(t) ever!

you cannot just walk in and out of my life.
I am not a door.
I am not a robot, so do not treat me as if my feelings don't matter, because I'm human, not anything else.

breathe
do you feel your lungs expanding?
do you feel you chest rising?
open
open your eyes
do you see the sun?
the moon?
the stars?
the clouds?
all of them were made for you
you
wonderful
       beautiful
                lovely
                                ­           YOU
sincerely,
someone who cares

Oh dark eyes
With skin sagging mounts
Feed me your love
If you would remain open.

Cherish your soul
It's tired and dark
I'll feed it my love
If I could bear witnessing it.

Curtains closed
In your bedroom
And I would knock
If you would answer.

You should open your eyes
Open your soul
Open your window.
Because I would give you a world's worth of love.

You still do to me
what spring does
with the cherry trees

you do it
in every season
my spring
all year long

you rip apart the seams of this family
you are a hurricane and we are the destruction in your wake
you are a wildfire and we are burned
you are an earthquake but you aren't the one rattled
you have caused mass destruction and singed everyone you touched
you hate us
you natural disaster

And then I sit on the branch of a tree, and things don't seem so bad.

even after i lose my voice,
i will miss you in my bones.
even after my bones are ground to dust,
i will miss you in my flesh.
and when that flesh rots to feed the flowers
that grow above my skeleton,
and the child that will inhale the perfume
of my longing
will know that you are missed.

The line between madness,
The line between normality,
The price to pay for loneliness;
I ought to pay with sincerity.

In a world of madness,
The normal are insane,
The right are arcane,
And the abused are ridiculed by sadness.
I ought these days to go aflame,
For now, my madness, needs no blame.

Young body recovering from the damage.
33 years.
But they seem 3300.
Mind dead.
Brain broken.
Spirit numb.
Can I die?

right now there is a storm of sun
no sound in sight
cats are asleep
lips pale and pursed

We’re in a young-love recession.
Gen Zers are slow to trust and averse to risk,
we have, it seems, a particular social nervousness
about interpersonal exchanges and the symbiosis of love.

So we resort to situationships (undefined relationships),
a stratagem for closeness, with zero commitment.

You can flirt; you can kiss; you can dance.
You can have a crush so big it blots out the stars
You can have transformative romantic encounters
you can care deeply and get hurt badly
you can, in fact, be absolutely wrecked by love
All without ever being in a relationship.

Thank God we’re only young once.
.
.
Songs for this:
Die With A Smile by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars
Busy Woman by Sabrina Carpenter

Death comes at any time,
Maybe tomorrow or even tonight.
One day they're here then "****!" they're gone.
So say "I love you" before it's too late.

Am I suffering beautifully?
Do I wear my agony like a crown?
Adorn it with pearls and jewels,
And parade it into town?

Is my pain reasonable enough?
Do I raise it up or tone it down?
I’ll try to cry pretty, tiny tears,
In fact, I'd do it in my gown!

For even in despair, I should be desirable,
Dare not to be emotional, dare not to make a sound.
To be a woman is to bleed, but glamorously.
There shall be glitters in the meltdown.

Is not easy,
You have to give in to your will.
41/3/2025

Two souls,
one fate.

Loving each other,
like no one ever has.

Loving so intensely,
only to break apart.

Until they realized,
they weren’t meant to be.

They understood,
they were just the path.

The path to something greater.

They made a promise—
not in this life,
but in the next,
they wouldn’t let anything tear them apart.

The next life
would be their second chance,
where love would finally win.

This time,
it just wasn’t enough.

Darling,
I toss this coin
into the fountain of that place
I long to return to.

Come allodola ondosa
Nel vento lieto sui giovani prati,
Le braccia ti sanno leggera, vieni.
Ci scorderemo di quaggiù,
E del mare e del cielo,
E del mio sangue rapido alla guerra,
Di passi d'ombre memori
Entro rossori di mattine nuove.
Dove non muove foglia più la luce,
Sogni e crucci passati ad altre rive,
Dov'è posata sera,
Vieni ti porterò
Alle colline d'oro.
L'ora costante, liberi d'età,
Nel suo perduto nimbo
Sarà nostro lenzuolo.

The flower needs rest,
so winter tucks it beneath the earth,
letting it sleep until spring.

The sun needs rest,
so the clouds and rain embrace it,
shielding its warmth for another day.

A     n acrostic
C     an be challenging
R     efining words into patterns
0      f different meanings
S     o we can see the world
T     o be open to new ways of seeing
I       f we've a mind to
C      onsider it so

I'm running
Trying to catch peace that never arrives
Hiding between shadows
So I don't have to remember

I'm running
Erasing footsteps in exhaustion
Convincing myself
That distance will make the pain smaller
But the farther I go
The more real it becomes

No one is chasing
Except the truth keeps waiting
That it wasn't you I left behind
It was me.

Then I stop
Let the heart hurt
Let the pain speak
I won't run anymore

My best friend has a big place in my heart
He's a lost soul but it's only temporary
A fighter
He's been through so much
I admire and love him
As crazy as I am
I'll always be there for him
He reminds me of me as a boy
The only person who understands me
The only real person in my life

a circle,
              (closed).

arms reach,
stretch,
but never
quite
touch.

    infinity spins  
                round —  
      no end, no start,  
                  but always moving.  

everything and nothing,
twirl,
dance —
a waltz of wisp and weight.

light glows,  
              soft, gentle,  
                         (but distant).  

the edges blur —
you almost see it,
almost touch it—
                                  but then it's gone,
                                              slipping —

           through cracks.  

completion?
or is it
just a loop —

                   a never-ending spiral?

    your place is here,  
                                        (but not yet).  
                   not yet.  

  the world,  
                  the world —  
         is beyond,  
                       above,  
                   inside.  

in every step,
                       every breath —
is the world.

                   you can see it.  
                   (you almost touch it.)  
     but it’s already gone.  

(it was never there.)  

    but you are.  

      spinning.  
             forever
                   waiting.

two guys want the same girl
one married
one head over heels

both taken by others
but want that same other girl
why would you share the same crush?

what is the deal?

to help each other obtain
fifty percent of the same?
play the same game?
please, will you explain?

does my buddy get my girl?

are you both really that for real?

not fight for the girl?

what the fu'ck is the deal?

प्यार
जब एक जादूगर
सरीखा
लगने लगता है ,
तब जीवन
अत्यंत मनमोहक और
सम्मोहक
लगने लगता है,
इसका
जीवन में होना
मादकता का
कराने लगता है
अहसास,
आदमी का अपना होना
लगता है
भीतर तक
खासमखास।

किसी के जीवन में
प्यार की बदली
बरसे या न बरसे।
यह सच है कि
यह हरेक को
लगती रही है
अच्छी और सम्मोहक।

अहसास
प्यार का
जीवन घट में
कभी झलके या न झलके।
यह सच है कि
हरेक इस की चाहत
अपने भीतर
रखता रहा है,
यह उदासीनता की
कारगर दवा है।
इसकी उपस्थिति मात्र से
मन का नैराश्य
पलक झपकते ही
होने लगता है दूर !
बल्कि आंतरिक खुशी से
बढ़ जाता है नूर !!
यही वजह है कि सब
इसके लिए
लालायित रहते हैं,
इसकी प्राप्ति की खातिर
सतरंगी स्वप्न बुनते रहते हैं।
कोई कोई
इसकी खातिर ताउम्र
तरसता रह जाता है।
वह प्यार के जादू से
वंचित रह जाता है।
पता नहीं क्यों
प्यार एक जादूगर बनकर
कुछ लोगों के जीवन में
आने से रह जाता है ?
उनके हृदय में
हरदम कोहराम
मचा रहता है।
खुशकिस्मत हो!
जो यह जीवन में
अपनी उपस्थिति का
अहसास करा रहा है ,
तुम्हें और आसपास को
अपनी जादूगरी के रंग ढंग
सिखला रहा है ,
जीवन को सार्थक दिशा में
सतत् ले कर जा रहा है।
३०/०३/२०२५.
(मूल विचार ०७/०७/२००७ ).

i have a corner for myself
a little crevice to feel safe
thoughts and emotions
dwell and swell
fanatic explosions of
genuine expressions of
what’s inside, embalmed darkness.

my little neural garden
sunflowers, petals broaden
her courage emanates;
her glow has become my sun
it would be nice, she be my own.

Tightrope held with everyone I care about
Attached.
Its on me, hanging off my back.
Sunset beside us,
Beaches and dreams.
Down below is not favorable.

If we all get across
Happiness and sun beams.
The incline makes weight,
Its all on me.

Wake up.