The chaotic street;
And rushing crowd,
Processing in the midst of the chaos.
The chaotic mind;
And thundering veins,
Artistry in the midst of the chaos.
The chaotic skin;
And gleaming bones,
The stupor in the midst of the chaos.
The chaotic tongue;
And communicating fingers,
The fire in the midst of the chaos.
The chaotic heart;
And vibrating lips,
Pervading in the midst of the chaos.
The chaotic soul;
And sparkling eyes,
Authenticity in the midst of the chaos.
shifting or steady,
seasonal or structured,
The chaos has to be intriguing.
How beautiful the chaos is!
How peaceful the chaos feels!
Verses hold relevance like a broken crayon,
The magic in the poetry; the comfort in the chaos.
- Aishwarya Kulkarni

When I finally embrace death,
I want him to tell me
I am warm and comfortable.

After that night I've never felt comfortable again.
Could've stayed because you had no reason to leave.

You were to selfish to give me a part of your happiness

A house is not a home until it becomes comfortable
A home is something you build
A home is something that when people it they breathe it in and say that is absolutely....
You,
that it's everything that encompasses you
everything that could ever mean
You
and that's what I want to be for
You
I want everyone to look at us and say wow you are perfect for each other
all the little nooks and crannies are filled with all the right things
love and dreams
any cracks in the walls accentuated perfectly
Flaws becoming perfection
everything I see in my home is perfection
because I see in you everything
I want to be comfortable with
You
I am most comfortable with
You
I want you to be my home
The home that my heart yearns to go to every night
the home that I miss every second that I am away
The home that I can always call my own and never be afraid to be true to myself and to you