You

Whimsical,
Avant-garde,
Touchstone,
Exceptional,
Extraordinary,
Surreal,
Idyllic,
Unprecedented,
Unparalleled,
Serendipitous,
Blessing.
You.

Love vice.

Words
like the sand
in the hand
they slip
they escape
they vanish
they hold no value
no permanence
they are but mirages
that come out as sounds


Love
like life
and its strife
it comes
it promises
it vanishes
it holds no meaning
no strength
it is but a vice
disguised as virtue

Gargi

Unreal truth

Life, is such a mirage. An accumulation of things and situations that seem real. But aren't real. That doesn't however make them any less beautiful though. I have a craving for beautiful things. For love and madness. Love and madness cannot be totally real anyway. Else they would not be love and madness. Love and madness is always in the mind. Always outside of a perceived reality. In a realm of their own where everything works but without rules. Where everything is true even if unreal.

If I had to choose between the real and unreal. I would choose the unreal and call it the truth.

Gargi

Can I be yours

Can I be yours
at a place
where nothing matters
except the love
that we share

Can I be yours
at a time
when nothing occurs
except a touch
of our hands

Can I be yours
on a date
that knows no reason
except the oneness
of our souls

Gargi