If Only (Poem) by Shayan Das
[Artworks/Images: In Bed: The Kiss, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1892) | Renoir (2012) | Romantic Lovers, Willem Haenraets]
"Like a young sapling, my child", beamed the mother and went on further with a sigh, "As if you are a freshly sprung plantlet of rose, I'd water you, assume every minute necessity of you as my own, and defend you from every ruthless squall until you bloom to your fullest albeit the only flower I receive in my lifetime is at my funeral".
Shayan Das
Don't fall for someone who won't pull you up.
Shayan Das
At the end of the day, the only thing you'll sigh over after making a poet fall for you is that you could not become his first love.
Shayan Das
Keep kissing me with your lips, embracing me with your arms and crushing me with your thighs until I eventually melt and start flowing through your veins.
Shayan Das
Trust me, it's not what you've lost that matters, but what you're losing while lamenting over it.
Shayan Das
Mother says it's easy to fall in love but hard to love, and that they are two largely different things. She said she never fell in love with me; she just loved me, and I understood exactly why a mother's love persists in all the places where others subside.
Shayan Das
Acrostic: The first letters of each line read vertically downwards spell out my mother's name.
Life's too long with anguish and too short with contentment.
Shayan Das
Would you rather loose your ability to write or your ability to see?
And here comes one, an ineluctably lethal 'would you rather' question. Tbh, at one moment I thought of leaving this question to corrode in one corner of the mailbox but anyways here we go. Well, frankly speaking, it depends. But for time being, if there are no other options available I'd go for losing the ability to write (well, I guess it doesn't mean losing the ability to read as well) 'cause losing the ability to see 'fore turning even 20 would seemingly arrest the continuity and occurrence of some major things. For one moment I can stop appreciating beauty through my art but never in life through my senses.
Appears like asking someone if they would rather die or be dead. I dunno. Thanks for asking though!