Muffins and Poems

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 much as this line is rooted in reality; anyone who knows me, knows I am a hopeless romantic. Which means, reality is for suckers. Give me delusion. Give me more love please.

This world is filled with so much beauty, in pages and scrolls. In songs, and stories. I read and read, and it never seems to be enough. Some days I think everything anyone has ever felt has already been written. So how is it that we find new sentences to describe our hearts?

I am going to leave you with something I wrote because I lived it. Here's a piece of my soul:

I look at you

Because I could love you

You look at me

Like you could too

That which holds you back

Isn't mine to dismiss

And if I wasn't such a fool

I'd ask you to pick me

But it holds me back

The thoughts on choice

For what kind of love

Needs to be asked?

And if you weren't such a fool

You'd know that yourself!

-Kirti