Where mothers wail,
family, friend, and foe
gather in last respect
and jovial sadness,
greeted by whiskey and tea, in the aftermath of moths wearing black vails, stepping on flytrap petals,
walking down the aisle of the pallbearers wedding.

You call yourself an island boy
Though you've barely left the shore.
Still, I can see the resemblance
Because your eyes shine like stars on the water
And you're as steadfast as the cliffs
Buffeted by heaving tides.
Your arms are as warm as the summer sand
And I forget to breath when I watch you sleep
So I feel the peace of drowning
As I'm pulled into the depths of utter devotion
To you.

But love doesn’t make sense!
You can’t logic your way into or out of it.
Love is totally nonsensical.
But we have to keep doing it,
or else we’re lost and love is dead,
and humanity should just pack it in.
Because love is the best thing we do.
And that doesn't have to make sense,
to make sense.

I went to the love of my life's wedding today

I listened to her say the words that i would never be able to say,
he was the object of the love that i craved.
she looked at him with the same affectionate eyes that i gazed,
he was the one hearing: "for the rest of my days".


i went to the love of my life's wedding today

When we were kids
We used to dream about
Finding love
Our first kiss
Having somebody to miss

You would dream about
Finding a love that encapsulates your soul
As It cascades down your body Trickling through each fibre of your being
Each heart beat sends a melody
that drips through your blood stream
Now your heart beats differently
entwined with another's
Infinitively
Both Love and blood share the same descendant,
The colour red
Maybe because they both flow through our veins
Maybe because they are the same
Indistinguishable

For a long time we dreamt about this day
But what if it wasn't a single day
It was a perpetual journey
You found yourself loving this person more each day
in ways that are undefinable
this kind love was indescribable
You find that your cracks are filled by their imperfections,
mending each other with your flaws
You find their presence is a kindling fire of comfort and warmth
Their smile fixes every inequity
Their eyes melt into a million memories
You find this person is home

Step out from your silver screen and your golden slippers.
Unwrap your red wedding sari that hangs heavy on your shoulders.
Loosen the blouse that strangles your *******.
Untie the skirt that suffocates your hips.
Throw away heavy golden earrings and necklace.
Wipe off the layers of kohl around your eyes.
Take off your clanging bangles.
Smash them in the ground and watch the colorful mosaic emerge under your bleeding feet.
Anoint yourself with this scarlet bindi.
Rub holud in the spaces you love and the spaces you don’t love yet. This is your holy ground.
This is where you will fight.
This is where you come alive.
Stand still and breathe.
Breathe, breathe, breathe, you are still alive yet.