I am terrified
that one day
my identity
will wither,

afraid
my memory
will fog up,
only flowing
in and out
like late in life
late night tides,

that familiar faces
who have managed
to stay alive
will sit by my side
without a spark of
recognition from
this human husk
they love.

I am scared
that my mind
will shed
neural pathways
like a dog
sheds fur
on a sweltering
summer day,

that my brain
will shrivel
as it dehydrates
shrinking in a physical
and mental
fashion
as the demon
of dementia
possesses
and diminishes
me.

Keeping someone sane is
the most devasting decision we
take in our human existence

Read it and let me know if you find this #romantic :D Written by me in 2016. Winter season. It was raining that day.

WINTER RAINS

It's the morning time yet the sun is not bright
Even the blurry moon and stars are not in the sight.

A serene silence has covered the entire city
This morning is calm and seems to be pretty.

Shall I call it, the wildness of the winters
Or clouds are romancing?

It's raining, it's raining, raining in winter
Oh! Inside me, I, feel running thunders.

Somewhere, this moment is incomplete today
Definitely, without you my love, yes you, my dear soulmate.

I hear my arms shouting out your name
Your love is something that I long to taste.

No discussions, no sounds, no whisperings
Only this winter rain, you and me.

Silence, silence let it be there only
Between our entwined bodies.

May this rain stay for so long
May we stay longer together to see more winter rains.

Lalima Yadav ©️®️

what if everything you see is a trickery,
picture is flickering,
the world is full of misery.
Why do you celebrate hypocrites?
Why do you listening hypnotists?
Turn off the world and feel yourself,
deal with yourself,
reveal yourself.
yeah you can buy anything except love and clear consciousness,
because the monsters hide there,
not under the bed.

There is tropical warmth
Inside my heart, that
Only an Island girl can understand
Why we eat the mango, the way in which we do it:
Making that small hole at the top, as the sweet juice
Sipped into our mouth, Like fresh breast milk

Mangoes help you unclog your pores
and add freshness to the face.
The internet is changing the way in which we think
Too much **** information, on things
That we already know from long ago:

Knife and fork to eat my mango;
Yeah right!!! Leave my island mango alone
Tourist westerner man!

Not once did I mention
the relationship between the island girl, the warmth
or the joy we gets from eating a mango…
but I will let you in on a little secret
it's the Organic ******* with the timing...

Resting the mind is not easy
it dances like a sparrow
and speaks like a babbler
seeking the minutest grain
from the jungle of weeds
tweeting what it has to say
from one perch to the other
in all weather.

Then the aching wings falling slow
by the cold north wind
find no worth in the haste
seek a rest
perching upon some heart.

When unbroken silence is all it has
the mind rests easy in peace.