You're much more like me, than I myself am.
Amidst the Fancy CafÃ©s and glass buildings, you're the streets.
That weave a million stories of smiles, rage and grief. Where I come over and over again, just like I go to myself, To find answers from bittersweet experiences. You're the cracks and blemishes in forts and palaces, that speak royalty and pride. Just like the flaws that pass on light.
I find a little of myself in the carved sculptures of queens,
and a little in their reduced pieces.
I walk past the gullies and red lights flash at me, but more than that,
do struggles and insensitive mockery.
just like you I am made up of small things too.
Where I mark my journeys on the world map, I still crave for sunsets over cutting chai.
I am fathomable yet so complicated, just like your 25 languages.
There's something beautiful about confusions, and I've learnt to say that in all languages, love.
You show me how life can be so different and distant from one another.
How a filthy Rich lady can still mourn the loss of her dreams,
and how a quilt a little shorter can comfort cold with ease.
You're everything I am and even more than I can be, and I'd spend lifetimes to explore you, and a little of myself too.
You're the clock that ticks a little slower when it comes to generations, and yet a little similar in every festival.
you're fasts and feasts, you're colours and dreams, you're metros and locals, you're droughts and oceans, you're flawed yet so full, and mocked yet so shrewd.
You're much more than the vedas can define, and much more than my words can express.
you're much more like me than I myself am. ~ Anvesha
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