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  • saltwaterlake 3w

    Muku

    I see you standing
    like calm and sweet waters
    I wish to swim into you
    dive in and stay there forever
    and so, I walk up to you
    the water, cold but not too much
    Just enough to perfectly balance
    the heat I carry, I let you touch it
    touching our fingertips, just barely
    before I could sense, our fingers slide
    as if our fingerprints
    like notches and ridges
    of locks and keys, perfectly fit
    a deep breath...
    interlocking fingers
    and you unlock me.
    This key is mine, it's proven
    I look at the waters again
    and see a huge wave
    coming towards me,
    It washes over me
    And it feels so good
    The little bubbles
    tickle my skin
    the strong current
    carries me away
    to a place where I float
    midway from the bed
    visible rays of sunlight
    bending towards me
    illuminate my smile
    and I breathe
    I breathe you
    my Muku <3 :*
    (i^i)/

    ©Anubhav Nagpal

  • saltwaterlake 12w

    A Story of Lakes and Puddles
    (part 3/3)

    What have I done? What people see in me?
    Fearing my devil self I slept.
    Shivering and sinking in my dark saline waters
    No one could see when I wept.
    A product of that rock, and countless other stones
    Pushed into my invisible lake bed.

    Now I dive into lakes, help pull out their rocks
    Untangle the vicious vines making locks
    Abstain however, from letting them step into my mud
    They’re alien to the nature of my spikes that crave blood.
    I might poke in their thighs, as they swim, till toes peel off their flesh
    But within my vast, black waters, I won’t see their dead mess.
    So, I barricade my banks, which if they climb, I awkwardly flea
    Till another lake, equally dark, doesn’t ask, she jumps into me.

    She swims fearlessly through the grit so deep, to a depth, forgot I felt
    Curving around the spikes, like a luminant mermaid, in my dark bed she dwells
    Worried ‘how did you survive the dark poison? Snakes and spikes’?
    She opens herself, like a beautiful black peacock, she’s made of the same likes.
    I stand on her edge, staring into that endless blur…
    It’s going to be alright, she tells me, I think to myself. I jump into her.

    We spend time in each other, getting brighter by the days
    Moving rocks, helping recover, so our soft lake bed, again touches the sun rays.
    We walk! Open up, smile, laugh, cry. We play.
    And that’s how, changing shades, forever after we stay.

    ©Anubhav Nagpal

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    A Story of Lakes and Puddles - Part 3

    ©Anubhav Nagpal

  • saltwaterlake 12w

    A Story of Lakes and Puddles
    (part 2/3)

    I threw a stone in that puddle, and it was bothered.
    But then...it quickly calmed down.
    I saw it ripple and splash, and yes, I felt better
    But wait, I didn’t hear the pebble’s landing sound.
    How deep could she be? Certainly less than me!
    She didn’t understand my thoughts after all.
    When I helped her, when I cried, when I said it all loud,
    She just turned around and continued her stroll.

    Why not the sound? Must be the mud, the dirt, the rot!
    Which that shallow hole, can surprisingly carry a lot.
    Which she sugarcoats to deceive with her lashes and pout
    And I, the simple, pure....from my depth, I see a rot sprout!
    Black bubbles rise from the giant rock in me. I grow stale and dark.
    The spikes protrude from the surface of my lake,
    Grow deeper like roots into my heart
    I look at myself, her, and me again,
    Can’t tell the difference apart…

    The Koi are dead, choking on the grit, the venom that spreads around
    I feel different, not much from her, but new, I hear hissing sound.

    Its dissolving in me
    Not who I want to be
    I let her go in peace
    That ends the story
    Of her and me.

    No light can enter, I’m opaque and corrupt
    But my eyes, I can see it more clear
    What I did to that beautiful dark lake
    What I thought of her? A puddle? I shiver with guilt and fear.
    My knees feel weak, my wings are sore, but I manage to swim out and fly
    Is it just us, or the air is such, we all reflect the same sky.
    The world I saw, once made of some lakes, more puddles
    I see it again, feel their pain. They’re all just lakes with rubble.

    ©Anubhav Nagpal

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    A Story of Lakes and Puddles - Part 2

    ©Anubhav Nagpal

  • saltwaterlake 12w

    A Story of Lakes and Puddles
    (part 1/3)

    What if I throw a stone in that puddle?
    Will she be bothered? Or will it be vain?
    Maybe a hunk on a bike will ride over it,
    And my little pebble will be out again.

    What is it even, compared to the rock
    The thick black dense mass she threw in my lake
    Its rough, gritty edges, toxic spikes hurt my fish
    My waters will take forever to smoothen its shape.

    I’ll throw in my pebble anyway, as hard as I can!
    Might not hurt you much. Maybe you’ll ignore its impact
    I know it won’t stay there, nor will I...still sad.
    But even if for some time, it’ll calm my waves
    To see it make you ripple, to see your puddle splash.
    And it won’t kill your fish. That depth can’t sustain life...
    But, here! I throw the stone anyway, hoping to end the strife.

    © Anubhav Nagpal

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    A Story of Lakes and Puddles - Part 1

    ©Anubhav Nagpal