When I was a treasure, when you held the map
Snarky jets of sunlit flair Sizzle through my shadow, Steaming my skin till It gets soft and wrinkled, ready to remove. Minute by minute, scorching rays Peel the layers off my silhouette And saute my corporeal possessions With a pinch of salt from faraway waves And a dash of mint from the misty mountains Finally,... Continue Reading →
A humble dedication to the poet behind the resplendent blog 'Lifetime of Thoughts' and a small token of congratulations on his successful completion of NaPoWriMo by a proud follower.
He’s the writer. She’s the (re)blogger.
He strung his guitar. She cleared her throat. Love was in the tune.
He got a haircut. She charged him for it. Love was in the lack of obligations.
He was cold and indifferent. She was loud and mean. Love was in cold fires.
He was the silence of the mountains. She was their solidity. Love was Himalayan.
He ate his lunch. She made him cook for her. Love and starvation stayed separate.
He worried for her. She dared, made him proud anyway. Love was in each other’s goals.
He was impatient and calm. She was sensible and impulsive. Love was in a mismatch.
He stayed headstrong and won. She stayed heart-strong and won. Love was win-win.
He picked goodness over luxury. She picked joy over prosperity. Love was happiness.
He bought a dog. She bought a dog. Love was 2 people and 2 dogs.
He gave his money away…
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