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 First, a window of loneliness, cracked wide  An invitation to the moon’s dark side . Then, the brief collision, heat without light, A fevered, fleeting coitus in the night. And from that spark, a madness: “Marry me,” We whispered to a face we did not see. Marriage is not friendship. It’s a lens. Character , in time, breaks its defense. The stranger stood revealed, a troubled shore, A wedlock of the mismatched, wanting more. Oh, wisdom learned in bitter, slow unveil: Better to be barren than to sail A child into a storm where hands withdraw, Where love is lawless, and the past is raw. What call is there to summon from the dust A life to cradle in manipulative trust ? Why bring a soul into this modern air; A world of circuits, algorithms, glare -  To bear the ancient burdens, poorly buried? The ghosts you carry, heavy and unwaried? The future’s challenge is a different breed, An AI age with its own thorny seed. Why strap an old world’s weight to their new back? Why give ...

The Love Before The Altar .  This is for the kiss that thought it was a covenant, For hands that linked as one, yet were called disparate. For the garden we planted in the ignorant snow, Where our puppy love , bright and shameless, could grow. It grew past the teasing, past the first foolish fight, Past the secret sweet nothings whispered into the night. It thought it was a tree, deep-rooted, vast, and true,  Until they brought the lightning no sapling can construe. The Junction . Here, the maps of bloodline and the charts of caste were spread. Here, the cold slide of a lab report sealed all that was unsaid. Here, “maturity” meant letting go, not holding on. Here, pure love was a language the pragmatic world had shunned. We stood there, you and I, with futures in our eyes, Watching our fierce, fragile thing meet its swift demise. Not by our will, but by the stern, unyielding hands Of genotype ’s grim verdict, and social class ’s demands. You left to build a life upon a stabl...