Love Bombs

They are everywhere but take care of what is truly yours

Pretheesh Presannan
Stupid Poetry

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they want your attention
they come as if they-
want to love you
but all they want is-
your precious attention
not even your love
for that would finish-
those hungry ghosts
hungry ghosts, those thoughts and past pains,
your pain-body
it wants to rob your attention
not your loving attention
for that would end them not multiply
but unfree attention
that feels very unfreeing for you
but you are not falling-
for those love-bombs
hitting you from all over
while you move through the world
since you know where your lover is
you know who needs your loving attention
rather than unfree suffocating attention
but loving mutual nourishing attention
so that those filthy love-bombs merely-
serve as a reminder to-
find your love — your center, your hara, your breath-movements —
and love it

even in the midst of those love-bombs
they can bomb till pigs learn to fly
while you stay grounded connected to your love, your center.

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Pretheesh Presannan
Stupid Poetry

Panic Attack Survivor. Just writing. Plays cricket. Design&Develop. You can find short stories, poems, etc, here. For any work mail to : pretheeshgp@gmail.com