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Love Is Simple

Love is a warm soup In repeated loop A hot tea left for you at the table  When you are rushing Through the morning fable Love is when you are  So eager to meet That you don't mind Getting all wet in the rain Or a splash of mud That stays on your dress like an annoying stain Love is when even Though you cannot see You just can feel What's happening Love is a drop of sweat A lengthy duet A nice outfit that Was sewed to fit in  No matter the shape or size  Love is a song  That takes you back To where it all began Or where the massacre ended Love is a touch That says so much Love is a fetch That runs alongside Love is a nest Of nurture and share The constant urge for you to prepare Love is a silent long walk With your grandfather While he keeps doing things at a pace And somehow passes you their trace With his silent gaze  Love is a conversation With your father Who narrates you a story From their closet filled with memories Love is a kiss on your forehead While you sleep Love is t


When you get a cup,

 to wake up..

a cup,

not to give up..

a cup,

to celebrate..

while going up,

a cup,

after your break up,

a cup,

to shake up,

a cup to,

make up,

a cup to find things,

and sync up,

a cup,

to just enjoy company..

a cup,

to absorb harmony..

a cup,

to be thankful,

a cup,

to start listening,

a cup,

filled with worries,

that you own up,

while you close the 

open ends,

a cup,

filled with memories,

that you bring up,

while you choose to,

use them to blend into the future,

a cup,

that balances the heaviness,

and doesn't trickle,

a cup,

that lies in sorrow,

untouched and cold,

while you pick up things too old,

a cup,

that says grow up,

a cup,

that pampers you as a child,

a cup,

that's wild,

a cup,

that's mildly hallucinating,

the shadows that fell through,

a cup,

of love,

a cup,

that's never going to feel the same,

a cup,

of remains,

a cup,

of sheer pain,

a cup,

of teary eyed joy,

a cup,

of life,

a cup,

of failure,

a cup,

of denial,

a cup,

of trying harder,

a cup,

that sat alongside,

while watching sunset,

or looked at you

while you dozed off,

seeking midnights,

a cup, 

of light,

drops that plopped out,

a cup,

of doubt,

with someone walking out,

a cup,

filled with questions,

a cup,

half filled,

a cup,

of desire,

a cup,

of fire,

a cup,

that was never returned,

a cup,

that gave you power,

a cup,

when filled,

wants to fit in,

and sits on the plate,

so that, it has someone to relate with,

what lies inside does matter,

but the thought of the one who decides,

to cheer you up,

despite all,

is worth every fall,

is worth that last call,

The cups,

we drink,

the cups that pushed us to think,

the cups that got sorted in a blink,

the broken cup,

the favorite cup,

the twisted cup,

the not listed cup,

the cup near your bed,

the cup at the end of the thread,

the cup on your table,

the cup reading a fable,

the cup with hidden smile,

the cup taking a while,

the throwback cup,

the lay down cup,

the fancy cup,

the dancing cup,

the dusty cup,

the unused cup,

the cup that called you over,

the cup that nailed your last thought,

the cup that resonated how you fought,

the cup that calmed your nerves after everything you bought,

we all are cups,

getting handled, mishandled, and left alone,

up on shelves for days, 

until the day,

someone points again,

how we stand out in the rain,

and then our journey starts again,

like a freshly bloomed butter cup...

so until it's the end,

let's all sit and pretend,

to be the cup,

that holds up,

far more than it seems to be,

to be the cup,

that warms up,

every soul that needs a heart that feels,

and not just a pair of eyes that keeps looking....


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