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Here I am. Back.  I just wrote to a friend saying:
life will never be the same again, but it isn’t too different (if you know what I mean)”"I am not too different today, am just an upgraded version of myself. Some one new, some one I never knew existed. I feel more powerful, the power manifesting from his love; Love that is non-verbal, non-tangible, non-negotiable. I am married. I share my  life with him now. I will never be the same again, but I am not too different either…More later! =)

Mera wo samaan lauta do...

Day dreams. Pretence.
You and me back then. Pretence.
Ignore me like you always did.
Love me like you never did.
Far away. Near. Pretence.
Tears. Smiles. Pretence.I jump off mountains, I walk those empty streets, I, up up and away.
Reality. Pretence. Looking for you. Empty not. full? Not yet. Looking for you. Pretence....ek sou solah chaand ki raatein, ek tumhare kandhe ka til...Samaan tere paas...main? Pretence.

Die, fucking die.

The death of romance.
The death of conversations, of deep gazing, of day dreams, of hope and of mystery, of the sense of adventure. The death of poetry, the murder of that-picture-perfect-moment. The hopelessness of it all, the death of magic.

Loving is good if it's not understood


I am no non-believer

There are our ‘gods’ naked, sitting/standing in filth. That is how we worship our ‘gods’. We upholster their names on crossroads making seemingly unnoticed roads have over the top names that no one uses. This is how we insult our ‘gods’. We worship our ‘gods’. We fight over our right to call them our own, we own our ‘gods’. Rising up at the smallest opportunity to accredit something smaller to our ‘gods’, this is how we remember our ‘gods’. Ill insult your ‘god’ to make my ‘god’ look mighty. This is how we abuse our ‘gods’. 
I have given up on your ‘gods’ and to keep him safe, I have given up on my God.