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Colouring Books as History Looks
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Oh, sweetness devouring hair splitting perfections of the sea
I sit in between of these thoughts and I hope to god
We make it make sense today, I hope to god we make it make
Sense today, don't you also feel that we're being so real?
Don't you also wanna lay down for a little while on grass and then
Sandy tiles besides the beach in a villa eating a peach
Rotating, half-slithering, as we make the ends of the world
Meet slowly, darling, we're meeting slowly, darling, we're meeting
Truly, I'm in love and now I feel, I don't have to be sealed
On the lips but then again, all these prior adjustments are so rare
To be found in such ideal conditions, to be found in this way, and
I know if it goes sour, the most beloved thing I have right now
Will disintegrate into memories, oh what a curse to have,
Memories, and so I'll keep my sealed, with my doors felt,
I'll hold your hands somewhere in a fantasy as we jump from the
River to the ocean over some cliffs and commotion, the normalcy
Of humanity looking at us above, it'll just be the two of us,
The darling, and her love,
And even if months pass, I'll stay in a corner, you'll be the steps
That take us from loveliness to foreigners, attached and together
Holding the threads of eternity, forever, oh
This is me trying, speaking, and dancing, and writing, and finding
Another one to say, look at the day outside
Look at the way the clouds all come to such pretty formations as
If we they were trying to be you, and as March'll pass, so shall Spring,
April and May would be summer that brings relief at the end as we
Jump to June and July, by August, we mightn't even be fine,
Cause we mightn't even together, in September and October,
When I come back and I tell you finally, I don't know
If it'll make any sense, any sensibility, maybe we'll be together in October,
Maybe we'll be the ideal frolicking characters that jump
Over the fields of wheat in fray, you'll be Aphrodite, and I'll still not
Over your grace, and so then we arrive at the intricacies of November
As it seems to be sort of cold, but then we remember,
However cold it might be, it always rains a little bit too deep,
So you live, suddenly, in that house in front of my window and
We talk about how this world's such a bad, but great place, looking at each
Other from distance and space, and then when the November rains greet us,
The windows, also, fog up,
The little droplets sounding so in tune to our conversation but more,
Our dreams we do, and then as it rains, still, we'll meet
In the evening when no one's still around, and I'll ask you
If I could tell the stories of you I saw in my eyes, and I'll misspeak,
The dreams is what I talk about, because my eyes are so hellbent
On the beauty I see, and my mind is so hellbent on your unending
Intellect and sweet, so that when we meet someday again,
The November rain will be immortalised then,
And this is a story, I hope it becomes true,
Darling, you're my permanent muse,
Permanent, permanent, like the rain in November,
You're my sweetest muse.
-Aryamaan Upadhyay
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The Introduction
"Hello, it's me."
If you've wandered on to this blog (or been forced to come because I sent a link or something), I'll only say this, there's an awful lot randomness that you'd see in the coming posts, from downright poetry (English mostly, sometimes Hindi too), to thoughts about history, politics, and so much more.
I have absolutely nada nada nada idea how this is going to go, or even progress beyond this introduction, but well, LET'S TRY, here's "Colouring Books as History Looks" from the point of view of a 17 year old in the capital of India
(p.s., I love music and I think Adele is a goddess, so bare with me, for I'm a daydreamer almighty)
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