Maybe I just like to romanticise everything
Being alone
Being together
When it bleeds
When it clots
The screaming of the Metal/Rock
The frustration of rap
The Thunderstorm shaking me to the core
A poem that just resonates with your state
A bottle of cold water
Or a piece of chocolate bitter sweet
It’s love to the extreme
Or maybe self obsession of sorts
Obsessing over living
People smiling
Being passionate
Just basic science doing its own stuff
Aesthetics that mean nothing
The frogs, the bugs and everything thing that slithers
Or with an engine that roars and rolls
Hmmm
Weird!
Who said it’s an illusion when in my mind it’s is all real
–नि.भो.

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