Sunday, 10 May 2026

Hunter Gatherer

There is no point in flowery words
If there isn't a gritty security 
a protection from the real world
The poet takes backseat
and a man, a hunter gatherer
navigates the world to gather
as much as possible so that he feels he deserves loving you
The odds are impossible 
but he would give a fight
He knew that he stood no chance so he didn't give a try
But what if his kundalini has chosen you, not him, but his kundalini 
He bared all he had, even the things he hid from the world
In the hope that the eighteen year old girl in you finds him deserving of her love
It's all finance and no romance
Obligations of family, burdened by the mundane debts of spouse, he carries you in his heart, hidden within him somewhere the man you deserve 
It's cutthroat, dog eat dog,
One man against an army
But love makes you climb mountains, and break them


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