Love arrives

https://www.qpeka.com/library/poem/53090caa0cf2b274fc3d8d00

This August my love will complete 15 years. I still remember the  first day I saw him. The few years post that were a whirlwind of emotions. The good bad and the ugly. Today wile watching a movie about young love ( Marathi movie timepass ) we lived that life again when being stupid was so lovely and a a twenty rupees dosa brought much more happiness than the three thousand buffet that we may eat today,
love arrives and the moment of that arrival live s with u for life.

Love me now

Well personally I think I am terrible at the whole concept of love. I may think that I have some grasp of it but more often than not I come up feeling like a complete failure. Love at least of the romantic kind. Its easy to love as a daughter, sister or a friend but the mushy kind is bloody very difficult. Therefore I usually don't, but this valentines day I attempted once again to pen something that is supposed to be defined as a romantic poem.
https://qpeka.com/library/poem/52fe22b00cf2876d0c0b8798

Right versus Wrong

Turmoil is never a good thing, though something always emerges from its belly. The good or the bad is often depended on you. Its an effort to churn in a direction which takes you to the definitions of the worldly good.
Its an effort and at the end of it you are tired and waste.
what you have before you is the sum total and even though it sits right with your conscience it brings you no happiness. They say that dilemma makes the man, because what you choose you become. Whether you want to be that person in the first place is a big question. Good is a burden and it drags you with it as you peel yourself in the process. There is peace at offer but who is to say that the slugs of wealth and deceit don't have peace as they sleep in the palaces of excess.
your peace is your definition and nobody is to say that you are wrong or right. We slaughter and torture animals for our food. When humans slaughter each other its barbaric and undigested, then again no species attacks its own for no reason except survival. we maybe the only species who does it for progress. This is not the rule of the jungle, its rules are fair and we don't play fair.
Every time we have been set lose we have created nothing but destruction painful upheaval one cat has tried to destroy the whole herd. We are worst than animals they believe in survival, we don't believe in any such thing, because our I is insane.
Maybe that is the fact we are a faulty product, god went wrong and is now stuck keeping an eye on this creation which comes back to life like cockroaches every time he tries to make it extinct.
Our religion is again our ultimate ego, us telling ourselves that god made us in his image and we are born to rule.

Aj

I dont know what to write today, there is so much I want to say and share but somehow its just a jumble.

for today these few words are all I have. Hope words find me soon.

http://www.qpeka.com/poem/52f9f4660cf2c77901b4da52#

POEM CODE

This poem is a lyrical bend to my thoughts on our existence as a predicted species which I voiced in CODE

http://www.qpeka.com/library/poem/52f4ce670cf2f0414f206146

Me a writer ?

These past three years have made me question my very existence, which is as any other person defined by the profession one belongs to. I have searched and searched and somehow the answer has evaded me, there seems to be no need for what I bring to a professional table. I have done then what I know best write. With this poem I hope to begin a journey. Do not know whether it has a destination.
But it would mean a lot if you could share this journey with me as you have till now. Do read what I have to share with you.

http://qpeka.com/library/poem/52ef78f20cf2f0414f206033

We are code

I like the unpredictability of life. You expect some great miracle but then you settle for the puzzle being solved in the end. Your whole life seems to get over in this waiting and finding. I refuse to just wait. Every moment is living for me, there is this inane satisfaction also in doing nothing.
then comes the fear whether this is self destructing. You are not made to do nothing, it leads to decay. Am I doing enough, who defines that for me. Will I do anything again for any one again. There  ! and I thought that I am supposed to celebrate nothingness. Well I surely can try. Resigning myself to hundred questions has not got me any where have tried that, everybody does. Being a good human being is a tough job. The question is are you one in the first place and who defines that for you.
I hate definitions of  any kind, they are too constrictive. I like my freedom, often wonder are we free in the first place there are six personality types in the world we are made in repetition, I cant break the code. I have to follow it, what i feel and what I do is pre determined by that code. Am sure he finds our struggle pretty amusing.