If you want to rise in love, Remember this —
"Potential is not a promise.
Chemistry is not connection."-
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Healing is a nerve-wracking process.
It had me delusional.
Just when I thought I had healed,
life threw another curveball at me,
as if wondering how I would dodge it.
I know the drill by now.
Walking right into the odds
is my specialty.
I didn’t choose this — I molded myself into it.
Knowing that the game is called life,
we aren’t playing only on serene Sundays,
but across the entire rusty calendar..-
My Relationship with the AC
is more permanent—
and far more exotic—
than the one I had with my ex.
No matter how many times
I set the temperature,
change the mode,
make it swing,
or shut it down...
It always comes back—
like it knows
that in the end,
only it can calm me down.
Even in the dark, I find it.
It hums me to sleep,
soft and cool,
teaching me how to fall—
peacefully,
in love
again.-
Who am I?
My soul screams
Krishnakali.
Krishna is my breath.
Kali is my bones.-
I have learned it the hard way.
But I did anyway.
I have no space for someone
who doesn't see me.-
Sometimes
The sensation you feel in your
intimate space is the naked
self connection.
The real orgasam.-
If you are a woman.
Then,
Don't be — the other woman.
For the sake of her.
Because
You know what kind of
pale hellfire a woman
carries within yet she keeps
her wall coated with blue water.
That a man can never live.
-
Many say, “Men are miserable.”
Over time, I’ve learned not all fit the frame.
Not because I know enough to speak for them—
Every man is a work of his own quiet art.
You and I may watch, or miss it entirely-
Everything feels like a struggle
until you have a support system.
And what does it feel like to truly have one?
It feels like having people who stand by you —
who becomes your biggest critic,
your secret friend,
your silent partner,
your therapist,
your well-wisher,
and your biggest challenge — in the best way possible.
Now you know who really shows up for you.
And who just plays the part.-
If I could crash into you,
I would —
without brakes.
But I’ve only chased echoes
into the hollow mouth of heartbreak.
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