Our ties,
Our infinite, unbound ties –
Marked by our differences,
Tied by our affection.
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Our bodies
Our bodies,
Trapped in time & space,
Drifting about;
our bodies,
Sticky and fleshy,
Warm & comfy
Our bodies,
With their mild to strong odour & their busy lines & their funky grooves,
Our bodies,
Holding all there is –
Our bodies,
Our real treasure troves.
Chisel
people, and passers-by,
some say hi, some don’t,
some come by, to ask,
to mend;
mend away, the cobbler does,
unhurried,
caught in a state of mind,
keeping at it,
enjoying the company,
enjoying the view.
To be a lover
To be a lover means to love,
Unconditionally,
To give,
Unconditonally
To be a lover means to be in love,
With the world,
With the air
To be a lover means to love,
With your breath.
Empathize
Take me away,
To the echelons,
Wherein dwell the people,
Whose fire & wit & energy,
And infectious calm,
Drive away the insanity,
And usher in the brilliance.
Saunter
The irregularity of life,
Mellowed down,
By the stability of the road.
Nook
Enjoying one another’s abundance,
A world of our own –
Away from the sights,
As the world watched on.
