How nonchalantly we made promises of a love eternal
And in the quest for eternity
We forgot how to not forget each other,
I had forgotten how it felt like
To be in his presence,
How he would talk of the faraway stars
As we sit under the moonlit sky...
I had forgotten his perfume
And he had forgotten
How my cheeks turn red
Every time I caught a glance of him.
In the quest for eternity
I wrote a million poems,
Letters I would not share...
We had forgotten how it felt like
To live in the "reality" people created.
We left things unsaid
Like we see in the movies written on ideas created by Shakespeare...
I would cut my wrists,
Drink wine to remember
And recite Bukowski and Plath
In the quest for the eternity they derived...
But most of the pages life did unfold,
Were nothing like the books he read,
Or the poems I wrote...
Life moved on,
One memory after another...
We kept forgetting
Each moment we thought we'd cherish.
Yesterday, I saw him again
His picture on my "news feed"...
I had forgotten how to love him,
So I drop him a "like".
He had forgotten how we would talk for hours
To forget about reality,
So he dropped me a "Hi".
From late night talks to facebook chats,
From long letters to simple "sup?"s
We reduce, we obliviate,
The magic of the stars,
We forget the love
And remember our quest for eternity
Turn into a busy day and tiring night..
“Are you a lesbian?” A friend of mine once asked me mockingly when we were discussing about my aversion from some (“some” not “all”) kind of men. “No. But does it matter?” I asked her scornfully. No, I wasn’t bothered that I was asked a question about my sexuality. But what I didn’t understand was that is being a lesbian a matter to be jeered about? What if I was one? Wouldn’t I be hurt and embarrassed that my sexuality was just mocked at? Why are the words “gay” or “lesbian” used as slangs? Another incident, that took place a couple of years back, was when I was teasing two girl friends of mine, accusing them of having an affair. I considered it as normal as teasing a guy and a girl. One of them found it so disrespectful that she, instead of simply denying the fact, chided that she isn’t of such “third class” standard. I later discussed the small argument that we had, with her, trying to make my point that being a lesbian or a transgender doesn’t define anyone’s cla
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