But then love is now old

Love is old when it strikes me,

Love is not the funny freaky kind,

Neither messy, nor couture countless caressing carcass.

It is more of always, it is like those old ones

who stay together, live life free, bold together.

They are blind or they bind?

I never saw love creating jails.

Love can make me stay forever with you,

yet set you free, if that is your ultimate desire.

But, then if you claim your love,

Where will be the jail of thoughts,

fizzes, worries, fears and pains be?

So, let’s set apart slowly mate,

Let us know if we both can merge,

Merge me into you forever,

if not, let us be whole away from each,

Living and loving you, all this while,

All this while, I call life.

These three poesies make the series.

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I chose to love it that way one time

It is a continuation of narrative poetry.

But, then love touched the poetry, the truest form and I would sway a little. But, then the winds will always touch him within the spirits of the white coat.

When you love truly,

You love alone and often freely.

When you love truly,

You see it clear, you see him

and you see the world.

You see the light and you see the shade.

You see what you like and what you don’t.

You see what you waited for all this while.

You see none can fool you, nor even the one you love.

When you love truly,

You see the schemes, the plots, the madness

that strikes the world, that wound.

You know who did what, who’s who?

When you love truly,

You love to know that people

weaved a web under your nose,

Inviting you to step into it.

When you don’t, since you are naive,

yet you are concise, they wrap

a bouquet to fool you to the door.

But then, then wondrous magical love

happens and you see it all with eyes open.

The world can tell lies, a thousand of them

behind me, since the world knows several faces

from the past hold the key which

would open

the casket full of vices, gifted in wraps

of gold, silver and red rubies.

When you love truly.

You know love has finally set you free.

You know love has given you wings unseen.

No longer you need to stay in the love,

yet you do, only to be free in the end.

But, then you do not meet your love.

A love which was never meant to be,

But do you remember me, tell me?

If you do in your fuzzy big head,

why not have the love

and the freedom? Free at last.

But, I will be gone for long,

A memory or a moment perhaps.

I stay in your mind, a small bubble.

When you only love truly.

I am free in the end.

Free of all chains.

Free of pains.

Free of brains,

Free, free of refrains,

Free of terrains,

Free from vanity vain,

Oh! Love you know it,

Only when you love truly.

This night I dreamt of you

This is a narrative romantic poem

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The sleep came late, the faces of despair

hung around long, kids on wheels,

the white hairs flew amongst the blues

and the greys. The sleep came late.

My eyes were shut tight,

sleep lady spread her wings over them.

Then, you walked in, your smile gave a way.

The crowd was so huge, as people

jostled to keep pace, I stood in silence

for I needed a moment to know

it was really you, or I was dreaming in a dream.

The spirit and the astringent, the clean smell

of sick humans filled the air around.

The touch,

The feel,

The senses

arose to greet you.

I was far.

I walked back slightly

as you smiled, sulking a bit.

More noises, more humans, more filth,

but nothing could stop the bond,

the fire which flapped it’s wings

like a butterfly in my inner coils.

I knew I had to love you

the moment I met you

but it won’t touch you,

If you don’t touch it to know,

I was free then,

more free now to choose you everyday.

But, then I cannot meet you in person,

cannot cry, cannot moan the loss.

As I found you.

I live it everyday,

In dreams,

In streams,

In my bread and creams.

I cannot see you,

I cannot coerce you any which ways.

Your smell was close.

I shuddered at the thought,

It was only a dream and

I lay with open eyes.

Loving is never fun,

But loving you is not a pun.

It is deeper than most people know

Only to sleep in the depths till it’s snow.

Beneath which would burn the fire.

Slowly, solemnly, quietly, blazing

to melt the snow.

It would be you,

some know late, some know soon,

Some become friends, some take the moon.

I prefer to stay calmly since I know the boon

I walk happier and will live to be a spoon,

spoon of hope, spoon of love, spoon to balance

the marble, spoon to carry your part,

Never to leave it as I walk.

The only point is I can only try

Try to pray, try to spread hope,

Dimness draws near or is it far?

The only point is I can try.

Try to love you from far,

Try to pray for you from far,

Try to live with it from far.

Trying to glow brighter than the scar.

Whom do you call your own?

Whom do you call your own?

Blood, is it your own?

Religion, is it your own?

Castes, is it your own?

Skin colour, is it your own?

The hair colour, is it your own?

Whom can you call your own?

Those you love?

Those who teach you?

Those who betray you?

Those who hate you?

Those who love you?

What do we grow to become?

A profession?

A human?

A lover?

A philosopher?

A healer?

The world runs to become good.

The bad hides behind the good.

The bad survives only if stamped good.

Almost all times, bad leads to good and

Good leads to bad.

If good is what lives?

Then where is bad?

Bad survives in the turns, in the corners

in the shades, in the schemings and plannings.

If bad survives, it has to wear the gown of good.

If good survives, everyone survives, all survives all.

Whom do you love then?

Love whom we want to love.

Love is like lovely love.

Love is like the first rain.

Love is like the swinging train.

Love the one, you love to love.

Love only the one you wish to serve.

Light must flow through your nerve.

Well, love you deserve,

only to live to love.

How long can you grieve?

How long can you

sit in stations, in trains,

in buses, in plains, in parks,

Up on hills and grieve.

How long can you

see the sad humans, bad ones,

rugged ones, kind ones,

sweet ones, mourning people.

How long can you grieve?

Grieve for a home,

Grieve for a bed,

Grieve others have more,

Grieve for your sore.

How long can you grieve?

Even in bed how can you

not see it still rains, it still shines,

The moon, the sun.

Beauty abounds, asking you

to rejoice even at your last breath

How long can you grieve?

Loss of love,

Loss of money,

Loss of fears and worries,

Loss of greed,

Loss of losses.

For you cannot grieve more than

what you live, life goes back,

to what they say normal.

When you get the nature’s call,

When you feel hungry,

When you thirst for more.

What then is grief?

Is it not real?

Is it not true?

What we cannot do forever

Is often untrue.

Love is true

Sometimes, we can love forever.

But grief, is it then true?

For how long would you grieve?

How long would you sit and not see.

It was you amongst a few

I lived somehow,

medicines, pain, hopelessness, heartaches,

of my own brought me down.

Then, there was a rain,

Slow, beautifully relaxing gain.

Life never could mean

how we live to earn

or earn to live and churn.

I sat in a corner

trying in vain

But, then the smell of earth

the smell of rain,

Drew away my pain.

The pain in, the pain out.

I saw you,

Yet I would never reach you,

You would not see

For you have already seen.

Let us then be joyful,

amongst drugs for meds, the human cries,

the moaning, the beating of chests, the slapping on foreheads.

The wails, the helpless sobs, whimpering

noises, they hurt the soul even when

they were not mine. I love you

even though I know I do never see you.

I love your specs, your eyes, your presence

even when we do not meet.

Everything about you, your harmless eyes

which do not look for me.

Sad I am, yet happy I could

love, the first time your spirit arms, your

medicine smelling shirt, yet I am happy

my heart and soul found peace,

leaving behind what was not mine.

Walking with my loved ones and you.

Peaceful I stand in sad demise of others.

I am not hard but quite in peace.

The power of oddities

You might be wondering

What oddities rule the clamouring,

What grows in the mind?

What moves in the soul?

What stirs the body?

Impulses, conscience, goose bumps?

But, is it all of it?

Or all of none?

Ruling, scaling, scalding, moulding

millions by day and night’s beholding.

Strange is human behaviour.

Which responds to the odds

with even and even with odd.

This is perhaps the

power of oddities, glimmering

& dousing the mind blank.

Oddities arise, evenness rests.

The night falls as the day beckons.

Have you understood it all?

Or do you feign knowledge.

As you know quintessential whole.

Proud of the wise soul.

It’s funny often how the mind flies.

The lagoon of knowledge

It springs from the third eye.

Bidding our entity a firm good bye.

There is no girl in this, nor a guy.

It’s all about an energy, soul and a lie.

Life is a lie, death is truth in my

truce. I like my pie

as of now, devoid of a sigh.

It’s going to be a tie

I know between life and dying highs.

One day as I sit alone and repeat aye-aye.

Death will be lovely but life is no less a fly.

As I fly high often leaving behind the deathly sly

death soaring, flying, dreaming joys to cry.

The harrowing tale of feeling

When I lived quite a bit in life,

I knew I had learnt to feel.

Felt tears, felt smiles, anger,

revenge, falsities, brevity’s delight.

I felt many more things like I was

less a human and something else.

I felt a bird, a tree, an animal, a cat.

Often a mouse, a blade of grass and also a bat.

But, then I knew not why I felt so much.

I looked around but humans don’t feel such

things. I felt compassion and love, filial love once, oft late.

Then I asked myself how it served me?

When I began feeling humans around.

Oh! I write a bit to feel my surround.

Love is

Note for readers: I realised I must add it up

The genre remains same.

However covers different variants of human emotions

Please leave your comments if you like them

and feel free to add your opinions.

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Love is shiny satin,

Love is soothingly calm,

Love is mutual blessing

Love is wedding ๐Ÿ‘ฐ

Love is wildly restless,

Love is sweet and somber

Love is moving mountains

Love is loving you no less, yet more.

Love is like the meek Dorset

Love is a tight corset

Love is like a cheap trinket

Valuable more than the ravishing anklet.

Love is always you,

It began with a few,

When I was born with bones and sinews

Love is kids and crew.

But, then I got up from bed

I lost the sight I loved to behold

I wanted to sleep again,

Yet I could no more.

You live in me and within the sea

In my heart locked up for free.

I met you in the narrow sick room,

Lit by ๐Ÿ”ฅ fire and the feet ๐Ÿงน broom

Many walked around,

I too loitered and I found

you, but then I yield no profit

As I eat my head in my tuffet.

Had I been able to yield you

more than the heart and runes

You could come and take me

To you, but yet no more.