Trigger alert.

The title is also the precaution I'd like you to take before reading the poem. While this post is fictitious, I don't know where the line stops. So help me out, okay? I wrote this because I know how tough it can be with triggers all around you. This post is not going to help heal you but maybe it'll let you know we all have triggers. If you don't know what triggers your friend's bad memory, ask and try to not hurt them. It'll mean so much to everyone.....

Little pockets of love.

I've seen people search for love so much, I decided to write something on a part of it. This is my attempt. It's about where a certain someone looks for love and where they'll end up finding it. It goes a little something like this: "I've seen you look for love in everything that is over-sized".....

Cinderella’s shoes.

Never had he felt the warmth of her fingers before. He had anticipated it to be like the warm sun on a cold morning, something that would make him shiver and smile. He had imagined it to be like hot coffee or the softest quilt, or the rush of caffeine in his veins...

60 and in love.

"What does it feel like to be 60 and in love?" I think the question needs an answer. This is not a true story (at least not necessarily). Read to find out the story of this woman and her forever. It goes something like this: "Routine and magical. We've only been together since I turned twenty-eight but I could swear even..."

The smell of trees.

We've spoken about Agastya before, in this post - A new haircut. This poem is based on a very particular line that I wrote for him in that post. It was "He missed his people and the way they smelled like different kinds of trees." Let's talk more about that.....