The Beautiful Madman

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The Confession

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Digging deep

it’s the 90’s and we’re young

I am just 12 smelling like chocolates and candies

and you, a boy with a stubble beard

'I love you', you tell me coming as easy as the scent from the blue aroma incense sticks from you

with a freaky smile of a teenager,

and I say 'yes' perplexed like a helium balloon in the moist air.

It’s monsoon again

and I’m searching for my poetry

when, 'will you marry me when we grow up?'you smile,

your eyes give a squinch and I love it, a reassuring one

Spilling thousands of promises into the air,

and I give a deep breath, a sign of trust.

Escalating the tides of my silly self,

I render a broken ‘ye-s’ while watching a frog leap aimlessly

embracing the only season which wrote about its beauty..
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Violet blooms and Japenese elm

Embrace my soul in the dearth of light.

Within my closed eyes i can see

The magic of their grin

Can listen to their absurd chatter

While some take turns and sing.

Somewhere in a quaint creek

I saw, a koyote and a deer,

Singing songs of thriving love

Breaking the laws of nature.

While under the sun and moon together

It rained a little longer

Love couldn't be more beautiful

with pours of myrtles and silver...

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If you're a human
I know very well
your happiness is very evil.
It doesn't want to wither, shrivel
with other withered faces.
It want to keep shining selfishly
but,
the aura it creates won't allow.
A human can't live alone,
and so can't happiness.
Let not your happiness dry up
the wordly bliss.
Let not it ignore the grief
that surrounds..
If it can,
It will shine then
and it would be the glow of a pure bliss.

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Let the skies be gray
I love them so.
I love to see how darkness pours bliss.
I know the darkness precedes the tempest, yet
I smile and look up into the sky,
I can't stop the nature,
just wait for it to cease
'cause I want to jump into the puddles
made by the dark sky.
I want to learn to get wet
without feeling cold.
I want to touch the dew drops
without disturbing them,
and walk in the damp soil
without staining myself.
The windows won't allow me,
but I'll look out.
To learn to love the tempest
with it's raging shriek to accompany me
life long....

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Our pyjamas have witnessed the wars,
No swords could have.
Unsung triumphs of pain and love,
Flush behind our cotton of dignity.
Years ago it was tremendous,
Those adolescent cramps killed.
Now it's the part of our divine power
To bring lives and restrain pain.
Even the gods have forbidden us,
Maybe the godesses understand,
We're not impure, not contaminated,
We are the warriors of light
And we bleed a beautiful red.

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Like butter on a bread and sugar in a tea, Is it easy to confirm if -

"It's Love or an Hormonal Attack?"
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I'm well as certain as on the return of stars and sun,
that to some miles inside us, there's something we can't see.
It's our personal legend as I found, like that of a rose to imply love,
The cosmos to burn, live and see
My fortune ahead where I can live and be.
We have been moulded a lot from the past until now,
Look into-
What our undying soul say is your version of 'Me'.
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No where to stand, nowhere to sit,
Just give me your heart and your soul a little bit..

The meaning of your life, a blissful stream,
Don't I have the right to be, being your little dream?
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