🦄 Not a literal Savant
🌲 Lover of mountains and poetry
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There is a home away from my home
Where the girl lives
She buries her head in the pillow every night
And dreams of my home
Just like I dream of hers
Her world has no veils
Only joyous hope
Her words are just thoughts
I think to her in my mind
She thinks back to me
We are alive in our myth of each other
This home that is away from my home
Is the other side of the mirror
I wanted to write for #WorldPoetryDay. I didn’t feel any words in me today so I’m posting this poem I wrote in 2014.
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Art by @ellehell
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Isn’t it strange that
I saw life
in so many forms
before I lost you
A surreal peace
has come over me
It allows doubt
that I still walk this earth
may have lost you
But you exist
in my head,
Assam was one of my first solo trips. The sheer number of flora and fauna found at Kaziranga National Park (UNESCO World Heritage site) is astounding. I failed to capture quality shots of the wildlife. Borrowing from better photographers.
Image credit: Rhino @jyotsna.__
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Am I a parody of myself?
Wait, can I do this?
Erm, is this seat taken?
I’m sorry, I have a question
You are always authentically you
Yes, you can slay!
Make every seat your throne
Stop apologizing for existing, woman
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Dream; An eerie sense of awakening, a dark desire of death.
I dreamt that you really existed. But were you ever real?
Was it just my mind's cage where you lived and were perfect?
I idolised your exuberance. I worshipped your kindness.
To not be with you was easy, because you were with me all along.
But as I got stronger, you grew fainter.
I've lost sight of your image now.
Does it mean I've finally healed?
Or that I've been emptied of love?
I wrote this poem in 2010 during my awakening after a brutal cycle of self destruction. I know now that the unicorn is me.
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Who says I’m not a liar
Try asking me how I’m doing
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This year I found my inner beast
I spent the past apologizing for my fierceness
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In the grips of debilitating anguish
With those that stoke your flame
You are your mother’s rockstar
Your best friend’s queen
How can you let them down?
When you’re in a state
That calls you an alien
You keep fighting
It is hope that kills you
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I don’t have time
For hellos and small talk
Ask me for the truth behind my smile
Tell me about your invisible scars
With a curveball
Let’s laugh our heads off
And forget the joke
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Who let the wind out of your sails?
Why is the fire dying in your eyes?
I thought you would explore the unknown
Jump off planes
Live off the land
Be an aberration
But you're still alive
Why don't you move?
You're not a tree.
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I don’t want
To get more done
I want less to do
I don’t want
But fewer things
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Seek many shores
To visit not inhabit
Meet many people
Grow out of them
Tell secrets to strangers
Save pretense for friends
Accept the hypocrisy
Try everything once
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I hope you don’t know
I’ve tried to eat, drink and smoke it
The void just stares back
I hope you don’t see
I’ve changed my life
Made new friends
Found new routes
So we don’t cross paths again
I hope you forgot
I hope you don’t hurt
I hope you are free
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Write a love song
Get a muse
Learn to dance
Protest in the streets
Get to know
The person that
Inhabits your skin
And love them
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A head unclouded, to think on my feet
A gaze surrounded, enveloping all it sees
A heart resigned, to grieve its own passions
A faith unbridled, by doubt or greed
A thought jumbled, but content to be unsettled
A strength confounded, in its desire to be unnecessary
A curiosity ignited, with the right kind of hard questions
A smile unpoised, stripped of gratuitous pretense
A love unaccustomed, jubilant with the unknown
A hunch embedded, begging to be true
Is everything that is missing from me.
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This creation moulded in God’s name is an exquisite expression of Gaudi’s devotion. What must it be like to feel love so strong that it moves you to spend a lifetime expressing it, it moves others when they see it in you. A love that continues long after you’re gone but still remains incomplete. A love that is your legacy.
La Sagrada Familia has been under construction since 1880. It is a love letter from Barcelona to everyone who visits. It is not only an important symbol of faith, but it also represents the human condition. It uses light and darkness in perfect symphony to reflect our duality. It bursts with color and makes one want to get lost in a forest and worship the feet of mountains.
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It was December. The month of jubilation and penance for the year past. The time of great expectation for what is to come. Driving away, we were absentmindedly reliving the incident.
I had misunderstood where we were supposed to meet and was lost in the middle of nowhere without a phone. It reminded me of all the times, all too often that it had happened. This time felt different because it was about to get dark and I couldn’t think of how I was going to get found. I walked and walked, panicking, searching faces. Then I took a beat, and for the first time, really saw where I was. It was going to be alright. I was at an astonishing and unexpected salt basin in the middle of a desert surrounded by mountains. I took a deep breath and tasted the salt in the air. I turned around and walked back. Mountains had always been home.
I continued to walk, because I had found the meaning of being there, even though I hadn’t been found yet.
As we drove back east, we almost missed looking outside the window. I squealed as he stopped the car and we witnessed this stab of love, nature’s acid trip.