#effusive

a beguiled smile

funny, to ponder

you, life, God

only hears when

we pray upright,

with earnest

intents, what

are yours, patience?

beloved, slow to anger,

let the pot boil, ramen

it is, if wholehearted,

we are nothing,

and yet my tears rivet

depths of oceans, which

reflect heaven, Soren

Kierkegaard guides

the light from the closet,

small hands intertwined

as these turned pages,

i’m not mad, Fallen,

my heart races when

you are hurt

worrisome, to love,

how worth it, when

God watches and

blesses us with

such gentle darkness,

soft wisdom in crass

Southern wit, rock

me again, endeared

memory, my first,

i close the Upbuilding

Discourses, as winter

is lush this year, like

the spring we met,

finished it, as outlooks

expanded, live and let

will, when patience is

as kind as we allow,

wrestle for power,

like kittens new to

life, to innocence,

to visions, my

singularity in

being a woman,

forever touched

by words, and

Effusive | Pt. 27

 I will never reveal what I feel about you I promise, because this bonding cannot be made as superficial as some mere words.

I would rather let my blood carry each and every roar of my heart to every organ all throughout  my body until the time your blood catches it.   Rushing through the cross section of all your veins ;this timid yet effusive roar reaches your abode .

Let your eyes meet mine in a way , way different from the world. In such a way , that the brain starts sending words to our eyes ;in such a way that our lips turn numb and make us forget words; in such a way that those unuttered words start echoing within us again and again fabricating a turmoil within, till it reaches our heart  and the revolution goes on.

Let us indulge into midnight calls and celestial conversations . Let us laugh together at stupid jokes and fight over stupid reasons. Let us not say ‘what we feel’ rather feel more, dive into the depths of each other’s voices till we realize  the moon is snoring .   Let us unknowingly feel for each other , fall for each other . 

I'm the sort of person who goes so long without cleaning their room that when I do, it's like I recently died and I'm an estranged loved one sifting through my belongings, trying to come to terms with what my life was like in the months preceding my untimely demise, probably the result of some objectively hilarious negligent accident, piecing together the puzzle that is my current reality, chuckling and/or tearing up at photoautomats, concert tickets, winning pub quiz sheets... and then create a shrine to myself with all of these artifacts. A cyclical funeral for my ephemeral self.