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Conversations: Innocent Thoughts About Love

Come follow me on this journey of innocent thoughts, where you fall in love but still can’t help heartbreaks, where you tie yourself to relationships brimming with grief, loss, and happiness. Conversations at Genesis is a heartfelt collection of poems, quotes, and stories that celebrates the beginning of connection—the genesis of emotions, relationships, and self-discovery. Through tender reflections and honest moments, this book captures the innocence of raw emotions: the joy, the pain, and the quiet strength that define our lives. Inspired by the question, “Will you love me the same way?”, the collection invites readers into a world of vulnerability and courage, where every conversation becomes an opportunity to be seen, understood, and loved. These pieces explore the complexity of human connection: the bittersweet beauty of imperfection, the ache of loss, and the triumph of hope in the face of heartbreak. This is a journey through a world where success is often defined by failure, w...

Religion

Jumping on toes..
As I ring the bells..
Stood at the door..
With folded hands..
Eyes on my deity.
For in the temples.
She dwells..
Smelling the fresh..
Flowers..
With a tinge of firewood..
Vermilion mesh..
On my forehead..
Colored red.
Carvings in stone..
Said artistic stories alone..
Where souls..
Found peace.
When moments cease..
We steal puddings..
Getting into..
Gruesome fight.
Yet the essence of delight..
In the end..
It wasn’t worth ones plight.
A smiling beggar..
Hugging her baby tight.
The floor seems frivolous..
With devotees hurdled in tonight.
Seeking hideouts..
We utter play outs..
Hymns chanted..
Getting louder shout spouts.
Running into every corner..
To explore..
There’s worship behind every door.
The crowd multiplies..
Pride denies..
With subtle cries.
Kneeling down..
Touching the floor with their head.
Many hearts bled..
As they remember the days of dread.
Under every hood..
As we close our eyes..
The religion which binds us all..
Is Childhood.

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