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I Love You

When life ebbs, and what remains in the last moments are memories, it’s always a ‘feeling’ which overrides all ‘facts’.
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Which love story isn’t tumultuous? And if it is a story which spans decades, the years of togetherness have necessarily to also be years of disagreements. But the will to ride over it all, irrespective, is a sign of incredible commitment. I’m not talking about physical violence or emotional scarring, I’m talking about situations which two people who are together will always find themselves in. The small bouts, the emotional scuffles, the inability to conclude on things – things which two people can either move on from breezily, or linger on and make them progressively big and disastrous. 

I have seen so many couples, who seem not to have a single thing in common between them, but when you look at them, it’s as if an invisible thread has tied them together in some kind of, what I like describing as, ‘toughened love’. It’s a transcendent emotion. Something in them fits into each other seamlessly, irrespective of the jagged parts.

When life ebbs, and what remains in the last moments are memories, it’s always a ‘feeling’ which overrides all ‘facts’. 

Love, we know then, is an emotion which exists “irrespective” of rather than “because of”. 

I Love You

I see your dribble find it’s way to the pillow again.’
I see you’ve browned the sheets again.
So much of you is waste now.
So much of you is unloveable.

I love you.

How we’ve let our veins connect to the other,
how I’ve let your good flow into me,
till I see you and I see myself, and as you die,
I let myself die too.

I love you.

Maybe the sun hasn’t always been kind to you.
Maybe I’ve crushed your flowers too often before they bloomed.
I’ve seen glass breaking and
you holding your hands up helplessly to me.

I love you.

We have stumbled on straight roads,
we’ve fought for winter in the middle of spring,
we’ve carved scars with our words,
we’ve feasted on each other’s blood & tissue.

I love you.

I have been mayhem in the midst of calm,
I’ve trusted the world against your word,
we’ve lost our stories as we entangled in each other’s tales,
so much of us is in pieces, so much of us is a ruin.

I love you.

And I feel this rush of breeze,
has someone come to take you away?
Oh we loved the other because of a secret you & I knew –
the healers of broken wings are the hands which have broken them into two.

I love you.

Sunil Bhandari is a poet by compulsion. He says he survives in this world because he can get to write poetry. He says he does all this for his soul; for his body he manages finance of a large conglomerate. He has written the Amazon bestseller book of poetry “of love and other abandonments”. His latest book is “Of Journeys & Other Ways To Get Lost”. His poetry has appeared in several poetry compilations, including Cologne of Heritage, Discarded, Poerty, Verse of Silence, Hibiscus, etc. He is a popular poet in the Calcutta circle of poets, and has been an invited poet in Apeejay Kolkata Lit Fest, Delhi Poetry Festival and Valley of Words Fest in Dehra Dun. His poetry podcast ‘Uncut Poetry’ is quite popular.

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