I Check My Phone For The Thousandth Time

But Park’s face was like art. And not weird, ugly art either. Park had the sort of face you painted because you didn’t want history to forget it.

If she showed him how much she needed him, he’d run away.

Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

—Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell

I roam around with memories of someone

~Atmaparichay, Harivansh Rai Bachchan

And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current’s too overpowering; I don’t have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I’ve never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there’s no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I’ll be burned up, gone forever.

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

Grabbing the amber rosary Rumi had left behind, I thanked God over and over again for giving me a true companion and prayed that his beautiful soul would never sober up from the drunkenness of Divine Love.

इश्क़

इश्क़ हरा देता है सब को, मैं हारा हुआ हूं

खारे इश्क़ से शक्कर सा मीठा हुआ हूं

ऐ तेज़ हवा ! मैं सूखा पत्ता सामने तेरे हूं

जानता नहीं किस तरफ़ जा कर मैं गिरूं

Even before I was touched, I belonged to you; All you had to do was to look at me.

— Louise Glück, from Poems 1962-2012; "The Burning Heart"

Just awoken

From a three hour nap

Feeling wasted days

Drip away

Longing to keep wasting

Exhaustion taking

Over what’s left of

Late fall daylight

Lazing away

A chilly fall haze

Searching to remember

To be

In feeling

Waiting to want

To do

Anything

Even a pile of long over due

Doing nothing

As I sit

In my bed

Under warm heavy blankets

Warming cold hands

With thoughts

Of dreaming

Away the rest of my day

I make time to write

To settle my mind

Perhaps it needs startled

Out of looping time

My days have doubled

With a three hour nap

I might never arise

Out of morning glazes

Under warm heavy blankets

I want to be craving

I look at the same sky that rains on you <3

I hate you because I love you.

I mistook your daggers as smiles