tonight i will love you
like a broken half hearted moon
assembling pieces of stars
to tell a story.
an ancient story about formation of the earth
and destruction of the world.
where you and I do not exist
unless we start reading.
there lived an old man in the hut
alongside a crystal river,
the water so pure,
it can cure my acne.
the old man died with no one by his side,
the hut shattered and made a coffin.
years passed by and layers arrived
the grave finally became invisible.
one fine day a young boy walked.
walked and walked.
reaching the highest point,
he stopped to look down.
his voice echoes like a broken trumpet
none could repair.
at the hill,
he felt happy for a while
but slipped his legs and fell,
rolling down the slope
he injured his nose
and bruished his knees.
at the end,
he survived the physical pain
but succumbed to the mental one.
the hill opened its arms
and the boy slept peacefully thereafter.
years passed by,
the hill turned into a plane
where we are sowing seeds,
the carbon of the old man
and the nitrogen of the young boy
translocates in our plants.
they bloom.
we rejoice.
even after death, people are used.
there’s no end to dying,
the spiral that bounces back
like an apocalypse.
tonight i will love you
like a half hearted moon
assembling stars
preparing a grave for another man.
©Sameera Mansuri 2020.
The Poetic Elixir 
The circle of life and wonderfully told how the world goes round lovely in a poetic way. The man dying alone, in time becoming land and opening his arms to bury another soul for he is alone no more. Remembered by none but apart of many.🌹
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Life goes on, just like that. Thank you for reading.💙
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You are so welcome lovely❤️. Love reading you, it’s a pleasure.🌹
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So love is death?
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death and resurrection simultaneously
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The more it repeats, the more damaged we are. 😂
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and it is bound to repeat😂
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Yet we keep allowing the death of love to repeat
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if i had to choose between love and death, i would choose love no matter what.
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Because that would inherently lead to death, so let’s go though love towards death! May be.
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perhaps it’s a spiral. We do not where it will end, but we surely know where it has started.
“Aur bhi dukh hai zamaane mei mohobbat ke siva
rahatein aur bhi hai vasl ke rahat ke siva”
– Faiz 🙂
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Exactly! The lines are so very profound!
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