strong, independent(?)

A cold hard smack. 

And I landed right on the ground. I grumbled and turned to look upwards into the expanse of the night. 

Or what I could see of it trapped within a concrete cage. 

There was a rememberance of a dream that was quite forgotten. It irritated me because I could not quite remember. 

so I went back into the world. slumbering through what she had woken me up to. 

A bundle of money sat in a jar. 

It glowed profusely with an aura of others' illusion.

Of blood, sweat and tears. An autocratic monarch that had ruled their lives. 

And yet when they came to it, it still ignited in them that subtle smirk of power. 

The kind that makes even the most sensitive embrace, rape. 

There is simply no alternative to this they had said. 

man's gotta make his bread. 

And in my cortisol filled reverie through the thronging heart of samsara. 

I was inclined to agree. 


But she reached out to me again.

On a monsoon night. 

The type of night where वासुदेव had walked through a tumultous ocean in a raging thunderstorm. 

An infinitely seductive, ethereal wisp touched me ever so slightly. 

Moving the deepest recesses of my core. 

I am not for your posession it said. 

I am not for a lover who loves his own greed. 

There is a play that evolves from that greed. 

There is a play in the lust. A play with jealousy, competitiveness and our deepest wounds. 

A man who writes one sonnet in dedication loves me. 

A man who writes 10,000 sonnets in dedication loves writing sonnets. 

Does he also love truth?

For his 10,000 punches are borne of devotion. 


So dance with your jealousy, watch it drive you to action. 

Watch it make you embrace me more deeply.

Yet do not be it. 

Can you do that for me?

Dance with your possession.

Watch as it makes you dig your fingers into my skin.

Yet do not be it. 

Can you do that for me?

Watch your domination. 

Watch the tragedy unfold as it makes me relent. 

Watch as it makes you push an inconceivably small dent in my boundaries

That makes even a subtle touch feel violating.

Yet do not be it. 

We are both dancing my lover,

So there is no time for self hatred or sadness. 

You will not break me.

So look at my face, and let us be lose ourselves in each others eyes for eternity. 


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