Food for thought. Cliché or what!

My Pinterest board is filled with poems and sonnets that have captured my attention over the years. And in baking muffins today, a very rainy Sunday, I am reminded of the little words of romance and emotional rhetorics that have, in more ways than one, taught me how to feel. Inadvertently, my hands picked up the Khalil Gibran book that has been sitting on my shelf for years. The words, to me, feel too condensed and I could only sip a little at a time. In reading this, I am reminded of the below tweet about Arabic poems, to which I can't help but agree. Here, I will add another one of my favorite sonnet, that somedays still haunts me. A lot of people have written about love. About the wonders, the lows, the betrayal, the agony. And in hidden corners, sometimes, we find the kind of poems we can feel in our bones. While Nikita Gill is a treasure and relatively well known, there are some lines that I have picked up scouring the internet. Here is one, unnamed, uncredited gem. And as muc...