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Sometimes, love grows. Sometimes, when love grows, it does not run wild, like haphazard branches of a tree you wanted to stand beside. It does not unravel like a birthday present, hidden deep under layers of suspense, and adventure. It does not swirl around the world like a rainbow, celebrating first touches, accidental eye contacts, and naked phone calls. Sometimes, when love grows, it grows like the lines of a poem which once marked tombstones around your heart. It sticks like a fresh bruise under your feet, and makes you want to run, behind butterflies and stars. It grows like a seed in your throat, every-time you gulp, it scalps a little skin, and heart. Sometimes, when love grows, it outgrows you. -Mayank Arora Art by @giuliajrosa

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Free like a sparrow.... All she wanted to do.... Was soar up above.... Unknown to her.... He had already.... Engraved his dreams.... In the very skies she thought she could lose herself to.... - SO . . . . . . . . . . #mondaymorning #musings #poetry #life #love #escape #noescape #noescapefromhim #signs #loveletters #conversations

.// I wait for the storm to pass. It's inevitable, the sunrise that is waiting around the corner I count the hours. It's like every breath is measure and collected to reach a destination that I don't know if I should ever reach. I broke pieces of my heart and placed it into jars. I have hidden them all around your house. They are silent, waiting for you to find them. It's a treasure hunt, only there is no treasure, just my heart that beats with an uneven rhythm. You told me that November is a good month to fall in love. The autumn colours will bring the nirvana that we seek with the hands that tremble in the moonlight. The sky is a blue that is tinged with golden hues. The winter is right around the corner. But there is no chill in the air. November is a good month to start things new cause you will know in December if it's meant to live. So you told me to love you in November and to wait for December to know whether the cold will kill the love that is still blooming. I looked at the calendar and it's October today. Our love thrived in December. The cold somehow brining to life the emotions that were kept hidden in some corner. But in the summer I saw our love slowly wilting away. You told me to love you in pieces so that when we end I will only lose those parts of my heart that were in pieces. But you never told me whether to break my heart into pieces before or after I had fallen in love. I hope you find these jars I have left around your house. There is only right beneath your bed. It's where we had discarded all the our wishes, promising never to look. If you look at mine, you will see your name written in every single one of them. I don't know what's in yours. It's going to be November soon. I hope you find the jars. My heart has been silently beating for our love all this while, it must be withered away, awaiting its death. I wonder if you finally learned to fall in love in a summer month. .// paro . Image courtesy @like.the.moviess

4 years ago today, I proposed to @natasha.welch. Technically speaking, it was the second time I asked her to marry me. The first happened via text message after she told me about a particularly wonderful and terrifying sex toy she had under her bed that most dudes probably wouldn't be into. I was very serious about that first proposal, and she even said yes... but then there were some LOLs too so I had to ask again a few weeks later. The second proposal was romantic AF. A naked, post coital affair, with All Of Me by John Legend playing on my phone in the background. I suppose I could have done better than that, but I definitely didn't fuck around when it came to the ring, so I feel ok about it. Natasha, I love you today more than I ever have. We've been through so much wonderful and terrible shit in such a short amount of time, but I will honestly never give a fuck about the things that swirl around us as long as you're by my side. The completely redone rerelease of my debut book, That's Not Poetry is available now through @bigsmalltownbooks on Amazon. Link in bio.