“With a tide rising in your heart and a gale rushing in mine, we brewed a perfect storm together” –Megha Sood
Our wild emotions were brewing slowly and surely simmering and rising to the surface ready to be spilled poured out of our hearts where it was becoming a fruitless task to keep us apart
When I was born, the Cosmos was young.
It’s exponential growth had scarcely begun.
As an infant, I learned to always ask, “Why?”
And the universe expanded with each reply.
Across the island of knowledge I began to crawl
And found not an edge or end, but endless sprawl.
Until, I heard something I knew was absurd.
Even though people called scientists avidly concurred
That the Cosmos was finite and several billion years old,
Who were they to limit what my universe could hold?
When, contrary to the revered “intellectuals’” thinking,
Visceral evidence told me, the Cosmos was shrinking.
They say I'm wittyMy laughs can fill an empty spaceand my smiles can be a cureI can giggle my way through an uneasy pathand crack people up in any way I start
Stay beautiful stay beautiful my heart You have lots to learn and lots to forgot Days will come and fill you with love Emotions will make you happy And people will crush
…shooting up the veins of the heart city, – a hundred miles an hour – as a a good junkie does well, and I can tell, that, despite admiration, I am fated for hell & yet oh well I don’t mind where all the ground fell while I was staring up at you through this miraculous well, and you were bankrupt before you decided to sell, and at your coffin, coughing casualties at commiserating children kissing flowers, praying by the hour, to not tower thus so high that one falls and usurps vitality, – power which dwindles stale & dwindles thus more sour; as if in high
Forrest reminded us that life is like a box of chocolates
Who knows what we will get as we go though challenges
There are times we see planets align we feel so blessed
Then we turn around, almost knocked down by changes.
