I know this is very childish

But I really wish I too was someone's pookie...
Who really doted on me... Pampered me... Pulled my cheeks when I made faces ...or struck my tongue out ....perked me up when I was sad ....
But ...as life wants....there will no pookie...
Hehe

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He is my pookie "Bholu"
When all my birds died
He came along
Lost his leg after a being bitten
by a mouse
He taught me resilience
He taught me to fight with life
He hops around with one leg
But has a temper worse than devil himself
Bites me everytime I talk to him
Adores my kid but hates me
Finally we had some peace
& He allowed me to take his photo
Life is incomplete without my talking
And his comebacks in chirping
This is our sweet love-hate story...

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My guy became pookie 🎀
And I entered my soft girl era 🩷

This is how love changed us
in the cutest way possible 💞

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Man with their favorite women ;
Vibe always different.
Maybe for worlds he act like sigma man.
In front her he's always a pookie...
Fear from their women.
A different side which unknown from world.

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She’s like heaven,
a hope of a fairytale
wrapped in love.

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• Page 2 •

It was a bright summer day,
I had woken up to a land of smiles
and a few candies, and a notebook.

I used to write, whenever I would see
things that would not fit in the space
things that just blow you away
things that don’t let you sleep

Nowadays, it’s me. I write about me.
Do I really have to? I ask myself
Was it really needed? Wasn’t it supposed to be
her and me courting and making her feel special

Then I stand up, I look back and I see her
playing with my kids, while one of them calls for me
to build the lego family.

And then I turn the page of my notebook,
and I think, maybe it’s her
who’s writing me instead.

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• Page 1 •

I was sitting on the pavement one day
with my legs crossed, and head facing the ground
It was raining and my jacket was full
of despair, hopelessness but life

I could see the red flashes on the raindrops
as the vehicles would fly by me
just like time, attempting to apply breaks
in flashes, wanting me to hold it tight

and then I see her, a shadow holding
the light handing over a rose to me
and for sometime, I lost my consciousness
and I’m so glad I did that

The next day, when I wake up
I see tea, and biscuits on the table
and her, snoring like a baby
and I smile, because I got lucky
and that I had chosen someone
who’d always turn my nightmares
into beautiful memories, like her.

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• her •

You make the world age slow.

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• the girl of my dreams •

have you ever seen, sandwiches
being spread all across the kitchen
with no sight of the person making them
and then a woman in white apron
wearing a red flowery frock with flour on face
suddenly stands up out of the cabinet
washing her face, and the grease
that came as an add-on
with a smile of mischief on her face
but a sense of disappointment, saying
‘Hi! I thought maybe I’d make you breakfast,
the tap couldn’t stop throwing water out
and I thought maybe I could fix that instead’

and I say to myself, ‘Why am I not surprised
that I fall in love with you every single day?’

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With the good ones,
the butterflies smile.

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