Vyapti's Dreamland - Page 26

Hey, vyapti i use IF after a long time today and See Notification of your poetry and after that i read All Your Poetry which i miss a while and It was Really Good even Your poetry gave a really Deep and lovely Quote to me 

"We become like the one we love

If the love is deep enough." 

I really love this One As i also Believe in this .......

Love Your creativity Keep it up!!

Thank you 

There is a saying that we become like the one we love deeply. I don't know how much faith I have in that saying but I find the concept intriguing.

This was so wonderful!

Thank you dear 

Yeah offcourse its Intriguing as we Became like that Person whome we like Or what Anything else We want In life 

I want to go to a place

Where I can live without shame,

Where I can hold my head high

Without taking recourse to false pretension.

There all the wrongs are forgiven,

All the mistakes become trivial

Like the mistake a four year old makes

While adding numbers.

Is such a place non-existent?

Perhaps it is.

Even the deepest intimate place

Of my heart fails to be such a place.

Because even if I am forgiven

It is almost impossible for me

To forgive myself.

Such deep words! Our insecurities often becoming unbearable, result in massively holding us back!

In these lines, I can see a desire to break free from the past and move forward into a new phase of life. The poem is beautiful, filled with hope and longing for freedom!

The Proxy Mother

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I have to love them.

I have to shower them with

Detached affection, 

Affection that can be 

Bought in the market.

They are your child, not mine.

I am just being paid to

Take care of them.

If I can not love them,

Then I have to act as if

I love them, the acting should be

So real that they can not

Find out the difference.

If I can not act perfectly,

It is negligence of duty.

I am a slave of needs,

You have given me money to

Satisfy my needs;

I am indebted to you.

I have to perform this impossible task,

I can not betray you.

But I should never really love them.

If I do, they may love me 

More than they love you.

We torture the person 

We love the most.

You are real, you can endure

Their torture of love.

I am only a proxy,

If they love me,

How will I endure 

Their torture of love?

I will be destroyed.

I can not risk that destruction,

I can not love them.

I have to live on the bank 

Of the river of love,

Yet I will not be able to drink 

A drop from it.

Is that a punishment

That you have given me?

Or is it a gift?

So heart touching , heart aching .