Dear soul, why do you seek yourself in others,
Those imperfect perfections can't really pull your pieces.
They may try but they aren't you.
You are those last rays of sun smiling on broken window panes.
They talk of French windows, of castles and towers
Which you admire but wouldn't like to own.
You are that last ounce of pain that you carefully hide under your smile,
They talk of tattoos, they brag of fame,
Ah! bogus and baseless, your mind reports.
You pour affections day and out in their cup
And they drain it out without thinking much.
This should stop, I tell you, you need to love yourself,
For, you can't call them by your name, can you?
They may act, they may try but they can never be you
They will put on a fake reflection obscuring your vision
But, dear soul don't get deceived.
You deserve to be free, you deserve to be you and no one else!
We sat overlooking the endless foamy sea from the wooden shack that had become our favourite spot. The vastness of the sea left us numb, yet we managed to mumble all the while tasting the salt peppery breath of the sea against our face. "I had never been so much at ease", I heard him close. I nodded, unable to put how I was feeling right at that moment sitting beside him facing the sea to myself. He played with the loose hair strands that the wind blew to my face. I let him. I was never so comfortable around any guy but with him everything was easy, as easy as breathing! He was getting tipsy from the beer cans and I was high on the ambience that the setting sun was promising us of. He looked as peaceful as a kid. These many months of knowing him had made me see the good that the world possessed of. I clutched his hands assuring him of my presence. He smiled his usual smile, the one that brightened up his calm face. A faint chord of a guitar, odd excerpts of foreign tongues,...
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