I tried to fold you a paper
and turn it into a rose

unfortunately,
I failed...

Instead,
I made something else

Inspired by a story
told in an Eastern Country

I folded you an origami
for a wish, there will be

But I was only able to make one
so I named it "a thousand"

and now I give you this
a simple folded paper called "a thousand crane"

A pall of construction yellow and tarnished silver overwhelms -
forest green , wetted , life giving potential
She's forever the lady , forever a student of
charm , forever grace in harms way
A curtsey before the leviathans longing-
to destroy her* ...

You saw me naked.
Not without clothes, but without my wall.
The 10 foot, steel reinforced, wall around my heart.
You broke in, brick by brick.
And I let you, I let you see me vulnerable.
Forgetting what others had done to me when they saw me the same.
I wish I could say you were different.
But, you saw me naked.
And you laughed, pointed out my insecurities, and broke me so much that I rebuilt my wall.
I rebuilt it higher and stronger than before.
Protecting my heart from so called love.
You also saw me without clothes.
Burned your touch into my skin.
Whispered sweet nothings into my ear, and that's just what they meant.
Nothing.
I can't look at my body without thinking about you.
Because, you saw me naked.
Defenseless and with open arms.
I shouldn't have trusted you.
But I did anyway.
I thought that since you had a wall to we would be amazing together.
But.
I never saw you naked.

Some relations,
Glittery like a glass,
But scatter with a mild hit,
Hurt if you try to gather them back!

Others,
Last like a diamond,
Shine bright when chiseled,
Prove their worth with passing time!

कुछ रिश्ते
शीशे की तरह चमकदार होते है
हल्की चोट से बिखर जाते हैं
समेटो तो और चुभन पहुंचाते हैं.....

कुछ ताल्लुक़ात
हीरे की तरह सदाबहार होते हैं
वक़्त के साथ और निखर जाते हैं
मुश्किलों की कसौटी पे तराशे जाते हैं....

Pulling off my scarf
letting it drape like a resignation
across the back of a chair
The sun is setting
the room is dim
and almost orange –  and is
sometimes lonely
in its loss of day

I think of you now –  

and then

We were walking with our arms around each other

Always...

through the Boston Common
The air drizzled
with late-winter
melts
the cobbles
wet
The sounds of our steps
go on –  

Forever....

I turn to hang my coat

Night replaces you again
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