A little living
Querencia 🙃

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i spilled my breath
on the autumn breeze
i found you
in the gaps of winter steel
glad you accepted
my grace.
laugh, a little more
a little longer
for now
i learnt your poem
i crave for the, midnight
querencia, to gift the
dichotomy of the world
a glimpse of our solitude.

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You thought; she
was afraid of
darkness. She was
the only constellation
on earth's face and
the night was her querencia.

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or does it free, you

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Thirst for love,
Dwelling in her.
When will it end,
Nostalgia began!
Who would accept her past,
Those scars on her heart long-last.
Would anyone ever understand,
She was a victim;couldn't defend.
Loosing her hopes,
She thought it was a mirage to find her Man to cope.
Ready to threat her life,
She decided to offer her body as bribe.
But, then came a real man,
To save her from those lusty hands.
Holding her hands tight,
He asked-"will you be my wife"
She was silent,
Nostalgia began!
Softly she said -"You are a nice man;can't keep you in dark;look at my scars "
Strongly he replied -"these scars aren't the measure of beauty of my ~to be wife, rather it decodes ugliness of the hands behind "
She found her querencia in his heart,
Together they lived with love as spark.
Beauty is denoted by the beauty of heart,
It couldn't be spelled by the visual scars.

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Perched atop the zenith of life
Lost in the flow of memories
Melancholy sabotaged the mind
Throwing sombre images of yore
On the ruminative screen of the soul...
Hither and thither amok ran thoughts
Yearning and hankering and craving
For long lost fascinations
And lo! A path highlighted
With the surging energy of erudition
Cleaving entangling ancient cords
Disembarking from distant shores
To find my querencia in severance
Entrancement in detachment
A dynamic way to live life!

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//Querencia//

That caressing touch
enlightened soul within
dispersing endearing waves
of solicitude
imparting essence of love
into this inquisitive heart
now I feel
querencia in your arms

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• querencia? •

a second fell,
and her vessel now spread debris.
a passing of assassination,
she passed by,
and she met with the farrago
of breathing and drowning again.

// caption //

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"What's your Querencia?"

"Boyfriend's hug" said the teenager.
"Indian flag" groaned an injured soldier.

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I believed you to be my querencia, where
I had once found my life's solace in
The smoke from the ashes of our relationship which burnt in the fire of treachery, skulduggery and deceptions
Turned into a slow poison killing me every moment I thought of you

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