No One Knows Everything

            I hope you learn everything you need to learn before what you don’t learn, hurts you.

The Bitter Coffee Soldier.

And as she tinkered with the cubes of sugar kept in an inconspicuous bowl in front of her, 

Thinking, 'What if happiness was packaged into cubed bite sized bits like this, maybe then life would be a better place'

Miles away,

Oblivious.

 He pushed away the sugar bowl,  took a short sip from his steaming cup of double espresso, thinking 

'Some things are just better dark and bitter'.

The brighter your light, the stronger their shadows

And thus the night beckoned the morning

Spent, weary and blinded by the cold

But the sun procrastinated the dawning 

Wary of what the night and the secrets it may hold.

My Neighbour : The BoogieMan

For the love of Pablo Neruda

Many know how to be with one.

Some know how to appreciate one.

Few know how to keep one.

Still fewer know how to hold onto one.

Yet

Only a handful know how to love one.

The following is an excerpt from a poem penned down by one of my favorite writers for whom I have something akin to that of  a crush. He also belongs to that handful category of people who truly knew how to love a woman :

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.

Her voice. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.