"No, I won't eat," 5-year-old me would say and slam the door with vexation after being rebuked by his mother. "You eat alone," he'd cry in response to the persistent calls, knowing at the same time that mom wouldn't take a single bite, leaving him hungry. After an hour or two, mom would be back with the plate, feed him with her own hands, and home would be where it was supposed to be. The pollen grains, I learned, dare to fly, soar, and flutter in the wind only 'cause they know there will be flowers to catch them.
A bad day at school. 15-year-old me would bitterly answer a question from mom and regret the entire night for yelling at her for no reason at all. He'd sit beside her the next morning and greet her with a sorry. "I didn't mean to..." he would utter, and mom, cheerful as ever, would respond with a smile by that time. "You needn't," she'd say, and ask with uneasiness, "What happened at school yesterday?" "You could reply to me in that way," she'd add with assurance, "'cause you cannot with the world. 'Cause you trust I'm the only one who won't take it to heart". He'd already be in tears, embrace his mom tightly, and home would be where it was supposed to be. The love I sought for ages, I learned, is a mother.
Shayan Das, excerpt from 'The Love I Learned'
And as you dive deeper into love you get to know how standing by someone is far more consequential than falling for them.
Shayan Das
I know she's my type of girl every time she tells me, "Don't love me for the beauty I have but for the beauty I create".
Shayan Das
The best way to see Van Gogh's "Starry Night" is to stare at the center of the spiral for 20 seconds and then look at the painting.
Keep kissing me with your lips, embracing me with your arms and crushing me with your thighs until I eventually melt and start flowing through your veins.
Shayan Das
Mother says it's easy to fall in love but hard to love, and that they are two largely different things. She said she never fell in love with me; she just loved me, and I understood exactly why a mother's love persists in all the places where others subside.
Shayan Das
I stumbled upon you by accident and now, with a minute and half, I love you?
Your words are what I will look for in everyone from now on to stumble across love.
Thank you so much for writing this! This means a lot. Wish you a great day/night ahead <3
Fall Poetry Recommendations 🍁
To Autumn by John Keats
My November Guest by Robert Frost
Fall, leaves, fall by Emily Brontë
Autumn by John Clare
End of Summer by Stanley Kunitz
Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare
Sunset to Star Rise by Christina Rossetti
First Fall by Maggie Smith
Ode to the West Wind by P.B. Shelley
Autumn Song by W.H. Auden
Tell me not here by A.E. Houseman
The Wild Swans at Coole William Butler Yeats
Japanese Maple by Clive James
The Beautiful Changes by Richard Wilbur
Among the Rocks by Robert Browning
Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost
Beyond the Red River by Thomas McGrath
September Midnight by Sara Teasdale
Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson
A Reminiscence by Richard O. Moore
It's September by Edgar Albert Guest
I discovered self-love that very day when I extended my arms to embrace your delusional form and ended up embracing myself.
Shayan Das