(s)he/art - Rajiv Mahabir (best interesting books to read txt) 📗

I.

ins(hea
rts)ide
beating

II.

and all for ever
by the want of
a woman (as
pretty) as

brim m m m ing
with stares & wished for kisses
misses him lo…oking
(with
silent whys
& pleasure) of her
ultimate end:
endeavours
like death
to have&
holdher

he(&
theywere)
was(withan
other)soto
getherinlove
to her

but

loo(ey
es)king

always
convey the truth
so everything about her (brought)
p
a !
!
n!
and envying
hisherhim

ins(hea
rts)ide
beating

whenaman feels he should,
conceive him:
taking women
if you can withhold nothing
conceive him.
and her too.
far too misgiving with all that she shouldnt
but only the flesh
can throw as far as assumptions

so whenaman feels he should,
conceive him:
taking
and since
a man needs to keep
fire
beating

ins (hea
rts) ide
beating

how un bridled is
what is? l
?
ove?
moments of –
mistaken?

where is
there sin
cereity i
n living?

the lips
wet(kis
sing)
?

theclose(shu
dder)warmth


?

the cu
rl
ing
co
als
of
bla
ck
hair

only questions.
and shestillisthere.

they did:
in flesh &
wonder
of a woman
(hisherhim)

for ever…

such a death;
and fire

even after
looking how
empty a ruin of what love can be
at least youcannot

hu
sh

such a beautiful thing

ins(hea
rts)ide
beating

III.

the secret to talking is listening
to (a friend)
hu
sh

beautiful things

to (silent)

ey
es

openly dancing:

(to yes

is nothing)

IV.

tomorrow
we will come out and meet. tomorrow
all flowers will bend towards the sun.

maybe i am just a calf with something half rowdy inside
but i like that.

i know the pains of longing
but id rather be wishing well than an empty well wishing.

and when the flowers decide to grow old
ill accept it
but tomorrow is on my tongue
and i can taste it.

i know how it is to die (in silence and solitude)
like a star quit the night
and be born again like morning
so i know the tribulation.

i will renounce your flaws
because in love it brings our faults
how can i blame without understanding?
we must bloom beyond our hearts (beyond ideas of love)
we must learn to love the different hearts.

i know how it feels to be so sure –
it hurts
(for us both) its ok to be angry
but not to hurt me –

your happiness
darling
is all we need.

you are a baptism and id like to say youre not the only one
but sometimes you are if i see the world in you
that is how i feel; just the same… just the same.

but there is always one that can never be known
either her mystery that turns,
then waves goodbyes.
that can make things as complex as passion turn colour and hail -

it hurts

but its ok to be angry
but not to hurt

happiness
darling
all we need.

we should not forget that the heart felt before it spoke
that the heart was the message
and i would that my tongue could speak blood.
that is how i am for this world when it is on fire
mad like a river.
and if you are so mad inside
i am mad with you
and someone else is madder. madder than the sun
and it still never turns away.

we should not blame without understanding
and bloom beyond ideas (of love)
grow in the background of logic
drunk with feeling.

how arguments divide like night and day
we should not forget that is nature
any confusion
any violent escalation
or evasion.

and i know the tribulations
but we shall meet

happiness
darling
is all we need.

V.

oh, how oceans asking
you throw us in
to die
to try and deal with
(she burns)
and the world turning whys
but i will rise
oh yes
i will rise again

VI.

you pays your moneys and you makes your choices
its saids
as deeds done and dusted
you paves your stones and walks along them
you steps your steps and take them

& taken is away
you takes the pasts forever now
forever is a day

you steps the days
and they creeps aways
yous still feels the sames
yous still wills forgets

buts the bests ways
is to not knows hows yous cames
but to shows that you dids and
thats all you knows
when truths is dusts
and dusts is truths

and nothing goes it stays
with all you thinks and saids and steppeds
all of yous
before what else?
your life is mades from days theyre mades
nothing runs aways yous stays

VII.

there is no justice to love,
rings its ears for fairness,
whispers in miles stretched of longing and asks,

can you see my love on that forever road?
and, strolling, says, would you kiss
my feet are worn.

in all honesty im fair to say ive never seen that far down, its a long long road.

love, it waves its hands that motion, couldnt be would never be enough
open then extended
flutters -

why?

i am so exhausted.

all of the diamonds and hearts and roses the suffering the suicides
heaped on top one another till
the scales are impartial
since we live

(a living thing)