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Afternoons to Nights

It is Valentines.

Working from home,
the monotony
has been strangulated mercilessly.

There is the absence of this world,
the air today smells like gasoline floating in
the fresh rain-wet grass.

My Universe is now out of the closet,
out of its hangovers like a horse
ready to tame the winds.

James Hetfield keeps telling me
through the speakers:
and I am Unforgiven too.

Maybe we all are for reducing
ourselves to squeaking mannequins
displayed to the world as relics
of over-flowing mannerisms,
to be sold to the highest bidder
who shall bring us out as a war chest
in times of insecurity.

Its Valentines, my love
Just go out
and fucking love yourself to death
before it is too late.

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Why Do I Run?

Last time as far as I can remember, I ran 2 kilometers straight. It has become a ritual for me to clear the thoughts out of my head,to set the heart pumping,to let myself know my breath again. But Why Running? I could have gone to the gym, could have a done a ton of exercises with no regrets and back desperately looking for miraculous changes.It’s funny i won’t and even funnier I can’t. It has always given me chills to raise the bar for myself. But I have other ways of raising it. As I run different laps,with each one consuming my breath,wanting to choke me down within, i realise defeating oneself is tougher than anything else.

Today,I sat to write,but couldn’t fathom a prompt.Words fail me sometimes. I seeked isolation,I wanted to clear my mind, I put up my running shoes,earphones and went out to run. But this time I set the bar for myself to 2.30 km. With Eminem pumping me with “Kings Never Die”, I try my best to run or I should better say outrun myself. I ran till I gasped for breath,my stomach ached,my legs hurted.Somewhere in between I wanted to quit, i wanted to skip it to another day, my gut told me to rest a while. But then it pondered to me to complete what i began, it is always easy to quit. To tell yourself you can’t. When World full of people ready to bring me down,ready to tear me with acquisitions of me being no better,no different from a flurry of people around. I decided to not to stop till I hear,” 2:30 Km completed“.I wandered my thoughts to what I should write today, I had enough of poems for you all. I decided to let the chaos burn inside and I did. There is always a sheer exhilaration in doing things you felt you could never do, In achieving what you always wanted in first place. I now have clear mind as to what to write. A Voice inside me telling 2.5 km next time? Sure I would Try. So try running, why not one day you realise that somewhere deep inside, you always can outplay your abilities to the best.

You can always defeat you past,if you push yourself from “I will” to “I can”.