Slippery slope

So used to the
Cliffs and crags
Of strong opinions
Mine and others'

I struggle to get ahold
Of as much as a foothold
On the slippery slopes
Of your sweet talk

Feelings

Yes, i am sure of what i want
What will make me happy
And what, less so
In short i am sure of
My own feelings

Those are the only things
One can be sure of, after all

(And then they go and change on you)

#Growth
#searchforself
#findmeaning

Yea, right ! :P

It always is

It will be simpler
Than the various entangled
Threads of your
Overactive imagination

Our man of the hills

Our man of the hills
Where the bent green bamboo springs back to the sky
with the spring of an unleashed horse
grows thin longing for our love,
like a tethered bull in summertime
not knowing that we are, wasting away
for his sake.

-- tamil poetry, translated by AK Ramanujan

thoughts of you

sometimes i cannot sleep
for thoughts of you
and sometimes i cannot wake

Inhibitions

I would like to lose my inhibitions
For after all the body is not
Something to be ashamed of

All these man made embarrassments
Are mere encumberments, i know

But i still don't think
I will be able to wear a bikini
In this lifetime

For the man made embarrassments
Have managed to enter and defile
The sacred spaces of the soul
(Which should be immune to such
Man made things as rules of shame,
But is not)

However i can at least
Try to lose my inhibitions
With you

You will never be

Less than my everything
Mon cher
Even if i never see you again

Holes

"The holes within us
Are permanent"
- girl on the train

Is it immature
To think so
And that they will
Never be filled
And that i will have to
Grow around them
Like cement grows
Around concrete?

Or is it immature
To think
That your holes
Make you what you are
Make you grow
And that you will only by happy
When they are filled
And that is what you should
Pursue in life
Someone who can fill the holes
(Beloved)

मन त

अडिंदो पनि पो रहेछ!

Feelings don't wait

For me to know you
Better

Just be yourself

I always used  to say
And if you click, you click
If you don't, it wasn't
Meant to be

Perhaps i had never realized
The high stakes
That i do now
Now that i am
Treading on eggshells
Around you

Postponed

Now is not the time,
You said
This is not a moment
That my inebriation
Should forget and bury,
You said
Tomorrow when you are sober
And if you still feel the same,
We will reconsider,
You said

It is tomorrow
Do you still feel the same?