Logic laden LOVE ...

Logic laden LOVE ..

Is not the love for me...

How can it be real...

When all you must believe

and I must believe...

Reeks of reason and rationality  ...

And hence ...

It so can’t be my reality...

And most often....

even via ...

the most innocent feeling

and the most naked thought ....

what you and I seek

is nothing but validation...

of our power, and superiority ....

And that it’s so easy

to be where we are right now...

And it so doesn’t matter ...

Whatever might just be....

the intensity...

Of how we feel!!!!!

........For each other.....



We categorize , summarize

collate and put in order ...

The way we feel

and load our primal senses

With so much clutter

When we talk about the world , the trends ,

the pragmatism ,the means and the ends....

and cover the reality ...

with plethora of intricate projected legitimacies ....

which end up stifling ....

the freedom...

of our elementary thoughts...

and then we try and seek

bliss and ecstasy ...

All our lives...

In our respective existences ...

Devoid of the actual glee....

And this is coz .... what we believed ...

In was ...

The logic laden LOVE.

The Quintessential Love ...

How lovely.. is the quintessential LOVE

How assuring is the norm !

How convenient is it to follow

How easy it is to conform!

I wonder at the volatility,

I marvel at the unpredictability

The "insecure security" ...

What is left to create?

What is there to imitate?

 

I question to trends

I question the righteousness

I ridicule the established

I crave for the space

The depth no one understands

The layers that exist

The intricacies that trouble

The duality within which I juggle

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The security is what I settle for...

The quintessential love ... 

but I despise..

The thought of it I shudder

Trapped in the conventions ,

I struggle to break free

The "quintessentiality"

Is but the only hope

And yes ....

My only trouble!!!

Reality Vs Reality

Lost in the slumber…

disconnected from reality….

I create one of my own….

The pleats of my bed sheet are the passages for me 

to tread on…

to lose touch with the world...

where I don’t belong….

Yearning to forever be in this trance….

I grapple to stay put in my space…. 

But the reality like an injuring tragedy…

strikes back…

stealing away my chance ….

to remain in my cocoon…

and experience ecstasy these moments enhance .

The reality like a cyclone strikes back to break my bone….

To drag me into this exasperating whirlwind….

that contains me from pouring myself out….

And even impedes my rendezvous with myself…

the one I own… 

the rendezvous that I desired….

For which I decided to retire …

from this maddening reality…

But the quintessential existence burdens the soul

that was lost in the soothing slumber….

And I like an imbecile entity….

Let go off my reality….

Giving in to the useless rumble…  

A Misunderstanding !

When I am lost …. 

Immersed… 

inundated in your thoughts….

With the urge to explore you…. 

with the willingness to withdraw….

from this time and space….. 

I find the so secure you….

comforted in your existing place. 

Where I try to loosen up and I let go….

I find you holding on to the patterns… 
the established  and the experienced …

with a tinge of bitterness ...

that now you fathom…

as your reality… 

and also that honesty is just a sham…

and true words spoken … 

just a game.

And then what I have…

is nothing but my feelings wandering around like nomads..

Prying to find refuge…

but the loss of faith infused….

In every vein of their existence is so huge….

That now they wander without a name….

denied of "belonging-ness"   …

And this happens ….

When I so willingly let go… 

drowning in the flow….

And your instincts you tame.