May calls

May calls us tomorrow. You know i will turn 21 this month. I have hardly written poems, letters, blogs, essays this year. Because i was busy writing apology texts. To whom? You need not to laugh. You need to praise my patience to agree over bad conclusions and disagree over good advices. I really enjoy such picky and choosy phenomena as i never had spicy things served in my life. How my calculated boring life would ever think that bitter green tea dates help building sweetest relationships between persons. I have never eaten this much sugar and this much scoldings in my whole life time. But i digested like never before. Hence i am proudly writing because when you can write, you have healed. If you are healed, you begin traumatizing people again with your most strategic, desired and planned pains. 




Snakes are dangerous. Betrayals are more dangerous. Inks are the most dangerous. This writer with a head full of hate has tried to transform poison into waters, heartbreaks into bonds and words into poetries. She failed to conceive love. So she chooses to write how dangerous it is to write about dangerous concepts and to get dangerous comments by people with whom she has dangerously close relationships and how dangerously she couldn't ask ever the most dangerous lacuna she has with her dangerous homies. A dangerous analysis is needed if my hatefulness has died or is ready about to launch the most dangerous question -- how i went dangerous to you? 





A couple , unmarried fortunately, lives together during almost the whole day. They know each other well. They keep asking each other how long they have been together, or are you going to miss me, or the best phase of my life, blah blah blah and blah. 
The girl asks what is the biggest lesson you have learned from us? The guy replied to have patience for things to happen between us . And the guy questioned the same to the girl, to which the girl replies to prioritize you over all. She answered i will tell you before doing anything special in my life. Well i don't what happened next. Who the fuck cares. 
But You know i always had a fantastic fantasy to include a couple's story in my blog. But in real i never had any good story to start and end about. Sorry i raised your interest. I actually shitposted. But i have good advice which ive heard recently, - 
A good couple is not who looks into each other's eyes but is who looks into the same direction . 


People have standards. Fashions have standards. Knowledge has standards . Jokes have standards. Relationships have standards. Intimacy has standards. Books have standards. Marks have standards. Games have standards. Arts have standards. Artists have standards. Poems have standards. Love has standards. Actions have standards. Motions have standards. Classics have standards. Music has standards. Formations have standards. Peace has standards. Demolitions have standards. Wars have standards. Destruction have standards. Rejuvenations have standards. Speeds have standards. Development has standards. Standards have standards. Life has standards. Acceptance has standards. All we feel abandoned as Abandonment never needs standards.



2 am heartbreaks carry stories of 5 pm handshakes. I never knew goodbyes happen in real till i was 15 years old. We often exploit ourselves in the name of untogetherness. I never had fear of losing people because i never lost any. Suddenly i lost all. Unfortunately i kept some dumbasses. So i lost them too. Sudden events never give you time to induce emotions and feelings. So here , i again failed to develop fear of losing people because this time i lost all. I have lost my grandpa, grandma, and fear of losing. 
I have lost 20 kgs of weight twice, redness of lips, length of hair, ability to hold lame jokes, strength to wipe off tears and pride to smile for no reason, and courage to ask, "are you okay? " 
Hey, are you okay? I want to ask , in case i lose words next time i meet you. But come on, i have promised someone "I WILL WRITE TILL THE PAPERS SINK AND INKS DIE. " 



Beauty of assured disappointment exists , for sure, and we call and find it in the lanes of exceptional hope. 
The phase we choose adores the phase which we want. We humans aspire truth , justice and compliance from other humans. Others aspire it too from us. Still everybody chooses to stay in exclusivity of both sets. 
What has happened if i find beauty in disappointment , but im a still wanderer of hope and exploring it ! I gear myself for hope , achieve it , dampen it and lose it and again choose to wander for it. The beauty of exploration i choose lets me to get the beauty of exceptional hope , doesnt matter how much disappointment comes in the way. 

-chetna ๐ŸŒป

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