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This blog is named after one of my poems. Even thought its not the best of the lot, I just fell in love with those words- The Psyche Unknown...

Wednesday, December 3, 2025

November ๐Ÿ’›

This year, November slipped its cool hand into mine,
a hush of frost brushing the rim of the world,
and the music—soft, aching, fierce as a falling star—
dropped straight through my ribs
as if it carried a map
to the secret hallways
I pretend don’t exist.

Oh the music! It was the kind
that rewired my body into an instrument,
each note shivering through me,
ricocheting down corridors
I until recently believed were sealed.
It became a drug I hunted,
a pulse I clung to,
striking with the precision
of something ancient and knowing.
The euphoria that came with it
Unfathomable how it broke over me—
a whiteout of thought,
a soft eclipse of memory,
until I lay there, loosened from gravity,
my reality dissolving fast like mist.

Inside that music lived an astounding rhythm
summoned from a riotous universe,
set loose by a beast hungry to be seen—
to rampage through a heart
that hadn’t felt its own thunder
in far too long.

My heart roused from a deep slumber,
burning gold against the brittle air.
My brain flickered with its strange alchemy,
those bright, mischievous chemicals
repainting every thought,
as though the cosmos leaned in
and quietly increased the saturation
pixel by pixel of my entire existence.

I drifted along the street
as if it were a cloud
woven from winter breath,
weightless and unfaltering—
a small act of surrender
to the feeling surging inwards like
a tide that finally knows my name.

Belief has become effortless.
Hope stands as a steady lantern,
Smile has turned stupid,
the fabric of reality has no place in my ecstasy,
and all along a warm hand caresses the shoulder
of the teenager still pacing inside me,
telling her to loosen her fists,
to breathe,
to enjoy the overwhelming tenderness of this moment.

I feel alive in a way which
startles the shadows that usually rule.
Only a single emotion survives,
—happiness—
fragile as frost,
vast as nightfall,
undeniably true,
and I let it pour through,
unfettered,
because I am still here,
warm against the December
descending around me.


Aeroyogi
1/12/2025

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