A beautiful boy

The poet in me can’t describe a beautiful boy, who is beautiful not in one but in every way, who read books and weeps like a baby, who would take time to fix the frizzy hair, who is motivated to ace the recipe of french pasta, who wait for hours until the girlfriend finishes shopping, who watches videos on how to make perfect braid, who purchases handkerchiefs and embroider initials in the edges, who would gaze at puppies and kittens like they are his own children, who would be all ears, all shoulders, all lap to lie, lean and live on.

The poet in me can’t illustrate the picture of a beautiful boy who never minds to melt into tears, who encounters thousand relapse yet continues therapy with 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦, who collects chocolate wrappers as memory of favourite people, who would listen to grandma’s voice notes all dusks and dawns, who would look at a bird’s nest and get lost for infinity, who would 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, who would save hundred pins a day and add it to a board called “wholesome words for the needed”, who would love people and live life like it’s the last day on earth.

The poet in me wants to call 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 and name them after pretty, pretty flowers.


#napowrimo – day 05

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17 thoughts on “A beautiful boy

  1. a beautiful boy will swallow hard, the blood clots, taking deep filled breaths and steady his feet,
    on making tea or coffee for his father;so lost in dispair born of a violence of other men, and inflicting his shame in blind anger at anyone near, the beautiful boy seeks the sparkle in the eye of his father, reminding him of the hearts warmth; a beautiful boy knows the true hearts joy against all odds, finding voice and giving words of protection from the ill-will of wrongdoers and guidance in the face of the will of do-gooders; a beautiful boy will stand ready, silently and patiently for his father’s return from hell, holding an ever lighted candle in the darkest of places to show him the way home; feeling fear both his own and that of others a beautiful boy knows that his tears wash away the detritus clearing his hearts path; a beautiful boy is in the service of his hearts light, knowing the fury of hell; offering kindness in outstretched hand a beautiful boy holds a desperate grasp with tender love: a beautiful boy, is he who knows these things.

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  2. a beautiful boy carries the love of all mothers; mothers’ of all time, divine in their gifts of life, carried in their womb;brought forth in his heart, a light of the beautiful boy does that which we all can do: Do It. No permission Needed.

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  3. Hey, Hema. Just checking in to say, well, hi. Six months have passed and I no not where the time has gone. I have been exploring Emptiness and you came to mind. I hope this note finds you well. btw I have to say that I missed reading your writing your words have reach. So, a belated Thanks is overdue.

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