Lovers

Pens and papers and a plethora of regrets
Lovers and shudders and a basket full of old songs
Smirks and teapots and years of fairy-tales
A rain-full of talkatives and you and me and them
and all of them who dared, 
who wanted and who didn't.
who made castles of sand
who waited in the wind
who smoked umpteenth smokes clouded by money...
who left you unanswered
they all fell in it.
They all fell in love. 

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Maintenance, is the simple word.

An election candidate does not need to come to a podium to tell you he/she is with the people in their problems. A kid does not need to take special classes in specific subjects. A father does not need to take time out on Sundays to sit with the kid and tell him stories. 

People don't need to do these things when the relationships and situations are the way they're needed to be. They need to do such things to bring things to a required state. The drill in fact, is, first you do things to build it. Then it is build. And you no longer do those things. As soon as you stop doing what you were doing, the structure starts decaying from within, inch by inch. When the decay finally becomes noticeable, you start doing stupid things like standing on the podium and buying expensive gifts and putting aside a golden bit from your precious time.Perhaps, forcing yourself at all this; making the experience look like an obligation.Hence, round and round the puppy runs. Building, destroying, rebuilding until it ceases to exist. 

In making this effort you end up thinking all that you are doing, is fake, is forced, it is not as effortless as it seemed in the beginning, when building it for the first time. re-building anything from trash is difficult. The marks remain, the crevices show, there is always a suspicion that the weakness of the damaged structure prevails even after the repair. 

All, that is needed is to maintain. So that there is never a need to repair, to over-do, to feel fake, to feel forced. 

It is like cleaning the loo of your same old apartment every alternative day, so that a day never arrives when you are forced to get professional people and pay them fortunes to clean your age old shit with acid.

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