In everyday I find a significance. I learn to love the little insignificances.
The emergence of the ice cream parlor from the corner of this
road. I have learned to love the loud jingling sound of the bell of his cart.
Impatience consoled to a prolonged calm when the bus to home arrives
late under the broiling sun.
Glimmer of tiny ripples on the lake I love,
Rain rushing into its still surface like a thousand bolting arrows.
I see now, the faces in the tube to work, awkward limbs walking
in and out. I imagine us sharing a laugh.
I observe how the view beside my window confuses into a blur and
rushes opposite to the direction we move.
Sitting at one place I focus on a tree, a house.
The sight of home gives me a burst of energy. I realize I have
more to do here than outside.
I noticed how the tender flesh of a well cooked fish craves for
the juice of a lemon. End up sprinkling lemon zest in all other dishes.
These days I write more often. They say there is more life to it now
than before.
Do you like sandalwood? I think you smell of sandalwood or quiet
near to that.
Sleep kisses these eyes unaware. The body gives in, hunched up
in the chair.
The earphones still plugged in, the music passing into a dream.
I hope to breathe life in you from time to time.
Slivers of slices I'd been squirrelling away have slipped
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Which grew its own leg and ran,magic.
So that even when I closed my eyes last night to dream of what to make.
I only caught the glimpses of the poem
I meant to write
By taking words you already wrote
Making me a thief in dark lifting lines
P.S.:
We always talked in riddles n' poems
It just make more sense to us for love was madness
And
Somehow the poem n' riddles explained it better than we ever could
My Midnight Confessions:
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Tip toe tip toe,
Open the fridge in the light.
Tip toe tip toe,
What will we see in the fridge tonight?.
Creak goes the fridge door,
On goes the little fridge light.
Cold goes the air that blasts,
From inside the fridge tonight.
"Hm, let's see what we have",
We have..
Chicken and waffles, waffles and bacon,
Turkey and toast, ham and cheese.
There's a pumpkin pie peeping around,
A chocolate cake waiting to be found.
A vat of jelly, an ear of corn,
Let's not forget that chocolate horn.
What will I have?,
What will I choose?.
I think I'll have a glass of milk,
Then it's off to bed to snooze.
My heart inside-out:
ReplyDeleteI tend to hang over a wall when there's a stream or a river down below,
Pretend I could jump in, grow some gills and sink.
If there's some life it feels like home but usually it's a stolen bicycle,
If I fell I might break a rib on the handlebars or the back wheel.
Is that strange to hang? Am I tempting fate? They're not questions I tend to ask every day.
Walking through estates isn't enlightening or hopeful to me.
Everywhere looks the same, a view I've seen and will see again.
If there's some life it feels like home, but usually it's a picket fence or a dove,
They're not white or free like you'd imagine them to be.
Can I not just run and pass it all? It's not a view I want to see every day.
If I arrive somewhere it still feels like it's no where to me,
Some say I'll never appreciate the beauty and diversity.
If there's some life it feels like home, but it's just a hill or a setting sun.
Do I have to love the life I lead just because it's the only one I'll get? It's not a question I ask every day.
//// I know some of my words, my wrong ones can be only forgiven by you, but cannot be forgotten.I repent for it. Please accept my unconditional apology and may I get freed of this lingering distraught.
Why whimper when you have the pool of undefined happiness right there, at the centre of your palm?
DeleteWhy stoop when the sun and the moon embraces you in their placid silence?
Why weep when the rain seeps into your sweat with the cold chills of the great unknown?
Why question when you have the answers right there in your heart?
So smile like you have never before and you will never be alone.
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