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• Let There Be Fewer Stories This Winter

  Summer makes me light and present. The monsoon pulls me into its flood of feelings. Autumn turns me inward—part stranger, part seeker.   But winter is where I truly awaken. In its drifting mists and sudden shafts of light, old emotions unseal themselves; warmth rises gently from the cold. My mind clears, my questions deepen, and I feel myself walking through unseen passages within.   I’m reminded that we are rarely as flawed as we imagine, our circumstances rarely as dire as our stories insist. The world is as complex or as ordinary as we choose to make it. Life’s puzzles soften when we stay still enough to let them simply pass through.   Perhaps that is why winter feels philosophical: it offers haze and clarity, cold and warmth, the riddle and its meaning. It asks for no quick truths—yet reveals them when I step back into the open.   Winter is what you make of it: always misty, always beautiful, always ready to lift its veils for you   If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the the way seasons change -  Those Days of a Lost Summer The Passing of Autumn The Slant of the Winter Sun Subscribe to my newsletter 'The Uncuts' Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup. Get in touch with me on [email protected]   The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Village Ambience by Alexander Nakarada Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/village-ambience Licence:  https://filmmusic.io/standard-license

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• Going Home

  We are such fools, we are, knowing all about inevitabilities, but never (ever) prepared for them. We will lose loved ones, they will die, some in their prime, some before they would have discovered their worth, some even as they burned themselves on both ends.   Such is the life of denial we live. Refusing to acknowledge what we know as truth in the deepest fibre of our beings. And when the end does come, as of course it will, we are emotionally, spiritually, illogically, found wanting, found unprepared, found broken.   We refuse to acknowledge the known, and the known's blow lands on us like a bludgeon. And we are broken into smithereens.   When, if we had faced unto the reality of situations, we would have moulded our time, our priorities in elegant and deep engagements, which would have brought in a final grace in the ones we love to bits.   Because often, only too often, we have to let go - of those we love, of those we hold on too tightly to - because in that release, we are also freeing ourselves from the burden of living on, of being the one alive, of the guilt of destiny, of the luck of having some more breaths left.   The action of letting go is often the very action which gives us permission to live on.   If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the ways death finds us -  What Do I Leave Behind? An Epitaph of Light & Air  Chemo: As I Battle Myself Subscribe to my newsletter 'The Uncuts' Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup. Get in touch with me on [email protected]   The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Clean Soul by Kevin Macleod Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/clean-soul Licence:  https://filmmusic.io/standard-license

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• When We Know Love as Found

  Love is as you define it. Often a search. Often a precipice. Often an infraction. Often an acceptance. More often then not, a home we finally settle in, a comfort, a place to step out from the edginess of search to build stories of reconciliations.   But life has its outtakes and inputs, twists and twirls, bells and whistles, which do not allow love to rest. Because it does not want one basic thing to be forgotten. That love is an effort. Love is a daily ritual. You fall in love again and again with the same person.   Beyond the words, lies the question of why it matters. Because even when undefined or unsaid, love comes in our lives in whisper-soft ways - in thought, in touch, in secret care. Because the universe adores us. And spreads its munificence everywhere. No one can say she is unloved. She needs to only look out of the window and see an evening sky or feel a summer breeze.   Everything beautiful which loves us doesn't always come with announcements.   If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on how whisper-soft is love -  Lovers in the Morning Coffee, You & Me The Importance of Faith in Love Subscribe to my newsletter 'The Uncuts' Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup. Get in touch with me on [email protected]   The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Parting of the Ways Part 2 by Kevin Macleod Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/parting-of-the-ways-part-2 Licence:  https://filmmusic.io/standard-license

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• The Valentine Shore

  Everyone comes in our lives for a reason. The bad ones, the good ones. It is all revealed in time. Sometimes as a slow-burning mystery, sometimes as a spark in a deep night, sometimes in quiet secret ways even we fail to understand, until we get to look back and retrospect.   So many of our relationships tether on the edge, so many drift to seeming nothingness, so many are treacherous like the Annapurna slope, so many solid as resolve.   But the true charm of being with someone is the continuous mystery of what emerges, of discoveries and rediscoveries.   What sparkles could well burn out, what is secret might not stand the burden of revelation, what seems solid could be merely hollow shell.   That's the way bonds go, that's the direction love takes. It revels, it celebrates, it lets time and life determine the direction. Sometimes it leaves us mid-highway, sometimes it helps us navigate through cul de sacs, often it is our companion in long-distance runs, sometimes it goes for a sprint with us, and quickly falls by the wayside.   We keep searching for a shore in our relationships, forgetting that we should also be one for those who love us. To be a traveller is beautiful, but to finally rest is also not only a need but a necessity - for ourselves and for those who have covered a distance with us.   If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the gentleness of love's ways -  I Love You I Can Be Your Poem A City Made of Our Sighs Subscribe to my newsletter 'The Uncuts' Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup. Get in touch with me on [email protected]   The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - Elysium by Alexander Nakarada Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/elysium Licence:  https://filmmusic.io/standard-license

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• A Primer on How to Deal With (Being) Hurt

  So much of what we are is the amalgam of hurts we carry deep inside. As past life regression reveals, sometimes the hurt runs deep, bringing forward traces of what's left unresolved from the ages before.   However accomplished or complete we might think ourselves to be, we roam the world raw, susceptible to the random snide, reacting to the perceived insult, ultra-sensitive to derision.   And we react.   And commence an unending cycle of soul terrorism - attack, inflame, die. On the agency of words and bruised egos, we are ready to destroy and be destroyed.   We grow cynical, we grow tired. We encounter, and soon become, our worst selves.   We encounter the largesse of the universe, walk daily into its wonders, find its gorgeousness laid out for us in the most generous of ways - and walk away, impressed but untouched.   But come the snide, the insult, derision, and our very soul finds its lees. We scrape the bottom of what we are. We forget words are seasonal mists. They come and pass. It's often only a local pressure point which creates them, and they dissipate as geographies, seasons or clocks change.   The old adage of being still and letting the eddies of life flow over and around us, is soon forgotten. We become the current, the tide, the flood. And destroy beauty - around us, and within.   All we had to do was to let hurt come, do its deed and go. And for us to remain serene. Because things pass, feelings pass. If we remain centered, committed to our core, we remain what we are.   And paradoxically, the world around us, instead of collapsing, finds its best self, grows, and we grow with it.   If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the hurts and pain we feel ever so often -  Hope is Merely Fear With a Poor Choice of Lipstick Heartbreak On Breaking Up (Without Breaking) Subscribe to my newsletter 'The Uncuts' Follow me on Instagram at @sunilgivesup. Get in touch with me on [email protected]   The details of the music used in this episode are as follows - You Can't Stay Here by Michael Mojzykiewicz Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/you-can't-stay-here Licence:  https://filmmusic.io/standard-license

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