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Too many love stories are about a single self-love. One person's agenda determines the relationship. And a couple subsumes into a singularity without a merger. There are those who survive, through will, by finding a life outside the relationship, considering it fate, or by just adjusting expectations.
 
And the couple misses a significant beat.
 
Two people together have the opportunity to discover two universes, and make both their own. To discover the inner world of someone who you care for or who is your life partner is to discover their core, to become a special denizen in their world, to discover what thrills them, what terrifies them.
 
It's the privilege of a steady relationship.
 
Nothing in our lives happens automatically. Everything has to be earned. Relationships primarily and upfront are about sensitivity and awareness. It is work until it becomes second nature, a subsummation rather than a subjugation. And the couple changes forever. Because to know someone's guilty pleasures, to know what gladdens, gives tranquility, brings solace, is to recognize the best and worst of them. To dislike them once in a while but to never fall out of love with them.
 
The alternate is isolation, to be in front of riches and roam about in emotional penury; of having your flag bearer, your cheer-leader, your 3 am call, your staunch supporter, your potentially-forever fan, right beside you but transversing your life searching for him/her.
 
If that's not a tragedy, then what is?
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on how we can be alone even when we are together - 

Love's Night of the Long Knives

On Breaking up (without breaking)

Distances (Kaifi Azmi ke Liye)

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The Way to Kataka by Sascha Ende

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Would things have been better if I had used different words? If I hadn't said what I did? If I hadn't done that, which in retrospect, seems short-term, short-sighted, short-everything. We realize mistakes, often whilst we are making them, often much after the deed is done and dusted, often only when we face the consequences. Anf sometimes not at all.
 
We are human. We are a cauldron of weaknesses and mistakes. And we learn to live with ourselves, sometimes with ease, often reluctantly. Because we don't know how to change. The strong-willed bear the pain, learn the lesson, maybe seek redemption, irrespective, move on.
 
But often this is easier said than done. And in relationships, it never is. There is never a clinical break. Memory ensures threads remain, thin, seemingly fragile, but embedded deep inside us, lingering, refusing to leave.
 
Which makes me realize the bigger point - we are never free of the wrong we do. Never. We are haunted in ways which we might never connect with the wrong done, but which come into our lives as echoes without a sound.
 
Our lack of self-awareness makes us seek strange solutions, when the real solution lies in change. Change in the way we think, the way we conduct our lives, our behaviour, our attitude, our requirement for kindness, of accepting our fallibility, of realizing our arrogance.
 
And because it rarely happens, we have to stew in the heat of our misdeeds.
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on loss and remembrance - 

Memories of Peppermint Mocha

Let Me Sit Beside You Quietly

On Death (if it happens to stop by)

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About Moments by Sascha Ende
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Human beings. Our blessed lives, this gracious breath, this universe. And then the small infractions blown out of proportion, the disputes, the ego play. Human beings doing what they do best - destroy what's good. 
 
And then men & women with their particularities starting to chip away at the very foundation on which their worth and purpose and joy is built on - the people they love.
Simplicity is never the preferred choice. Power, ego, insistences. Relationships become a web. To capture, enrapture, to keep, to not let freedom find its course.
 
A word, a tone, a brusque denial. Sometimes the smallest infractions make the deepest holes. And then a refusal to acknowledge, reluctance to seek understanding, an alacrity to come to conclusions - to not forget, to hold onto hurts. The refusal to heal as memory teases ego.
 
Men are boorish, physically, in nature - often just as a masculine cover for uncertainty. Women too are boorish - as they instinctively understand the chinks in their males and find ways to control - stooping cleverly, as it were, to conquer.
 
Nobody makes a mess like human beings - indeed, they conjure new ways to hurt, blame, destabilise, destroy. They wallow in self-pity, hit out viciously when encountering emotional cul-de-sacs, not realizing that when they maim, they hurt themselves too and become equal victims.
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on marriage and its complexities - 

The Games of Thrones We Play With Ourselves

Marriage Made Me a Philosopher

A Love Letter From a Frustrated Husband to an Exasperated Wife

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Darkness slips into every life. But it is upto us to allow it to slip into us. Except for lives marred with extreme deprivation and choicelessness, each one of us has the power to give direction to our destinies.
 
Mystery enters our lives after determinations.
 
But if we die every day, there is only so much of a safety net life can provide us. Death wishes are not looked upon kindly by the universe. Be pessimistic but not fatalistic. Dire predictions are subliminal messages which find their truths in unexpected ways. Hence the adage "Don't talk about it, if you don't want it to come true."
 
Relationships are a strange configuration of entanglement provided by nature. They have to be anchored and shored and propped and protected on a daily basis. 'Giving up' is a germ which multiplies prodigiously. Just as every thought is not a truth, neither is every feeling a finality.
 
The problem with us is that we take our own internal conversations too seriously. We are wrong, very often wrong. But consider our feelings to be repositories of final truths. We scarcely realize it but the biggest bane of our lives is is the lazy and prescriptive nature of our hearts and minds.
 
The very moment we realize that every morning is new, and in a thousand ways, new as a new beginning for relationships, for life, for decisions, we would have repurposed our lives into something which comes alive with the crack of dawn, and repurposed into something precious.
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on life's vicissitudes adn life's trajectories - 

Where We Start & Where We End

Marriage Made Me a Philosopher

Naked, My Love

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The details of the music used in this episode are as follows -

This World Instrumental by Sascha Ende

Link: https://filmmusic.io/en/song/this-world-instrumental
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Covid was an incredible time for humankind. Rarely have each one of us confronted, in real time, and with examples pouring in daily, death as an occurrence which could hit any one of us, suddenly, irrevocably, and often in lonely quarantine.
 
Reality, and confronting it daily as a tangible occurrence, became a horror story. We were forced to confront our worst fears - and ironically realize our biggest strengths. Because embedded in the tales of heartbreak and horror were also the ordinary unsung stories of resilience and recognition.
 
Confronting the fragility of life helped repair relations by engendering conversations. As we sat in front of our worst fears, we realized the preciousness of what we already had and how we could lose it all in the blink of an eye.
 
Conversations were had, bitterness poured out, regrets laid out gently on the table: love was kindled, babies were made. For those who survived, it was rejuvenation, often resurrection, of what was secretly moribund inside.
 
Sharing of chores became a symbol of how people came together, for days on end. There were conversations had of deaths, of what will be missed, of what had gone right between people, and what they loved about each other.
 
When you are in an enclosed space for months on end, when life itself is uncertain, what we consider as bad suddenly seems inconsequential, and what floods our hearts are the things we would miss about each other.
 
Passion for work transcended to become love for each other which in turn became a worship of life.
 
And in strange ways we were, for that brief, oh too brief, time, better for having confronted, and seen at close quarters, mortality itself.
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on confronting life - 

Let Me Sit Beside You, Quietly

Memories of Peppermint Mocha

When You Lose the Lover, But Not the Love

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The details of the music used in this episode are as follows -

Odyssee by Sascha Ende

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