Isn’t ‘new beginnings’ a redundancy?
Or do we all go around chasing old habits, places and people
Time and time again
Swimming in circles
Getting nowhere faster
Content with circuit being our lot?
I think next time
I’d just like to have a beginning
Period
No new beginnings
Begging to begin again
You ask me if I’m a dreamer or a realist
As if being either could define me in your eyes
Or being both at the same was incredulously impossible
No
I am a dreamer and a realist
For if you wouldn’t dare to dream
How could you possibly fathom the limits of your reality?
Love is just something I tell myself of
To fight the loneliness of the night
Happiness is just something I like to think of
When I remember the dimple you get while you smile
Distance is just a figure to measure
The space between your heart and mine
Remember to always choose the sun
The flowers
The moon
And the stars
Remember to believe in beauty
And magic
And dance
And music
Remember to live
And love
And laugh
Despite all that is tragic
Remember to feel
To breathe
To cry
To decry
Remember
Remember
What makes you human
And humane
Stable
And insane
Spark
And flutter
Bloom
And glitter
Remember
Just remember
The brightest thing I read today
Was a friend’s attempt at poetry
She called it trash and crumpled it up
I salvaged it and pinned it up instead
Because the widest smile I felt today
Was when she walked into my room and saw what I had done
Home – a noun, a place, a pet, a person
Love – a noun and a verb, a feeling, a blur, a butterfly, a happiness, a heartbreak, a skipped beat, a life
Sorrow – a moment, fleeting, a temporary emotion, a lapse, a regret, a hurdle, overcome
Hope – an emotion, illogical, a wishful thought, a dream to hang onto, a force, a reckoning, a silver lining, a friend
Happiness – you create for yourself, a building block, a foundation, a motto, a theme, well-lived, well-loved, well-laughed
I tried something different today. I feel it’s still poetry. Tell me your thoughts on it, please? I’d love to see your interpretation of this piece. And maybe make such lists a regular feature.
If I were to ever lose my way
I hope you’d be there
To gently shove a sheet of paper
And a dripping pen in my hands
For through words
I’d find myself again
Through words
I’d discover this world anew
And through words
I’d rekindle my love for you too
What if I wrote a book
By putting together various blurbs
Narrating blurry days from life
Penned down in vivid detail
What if I wrote a book
Which had none of the commonly recognised emotions
Genres or themes
But could still make one feel
Each person albeit a bit differently
What if I wrote a book
Laying bare my most vulnerable of thoughts
Spun with words that aren’t commonly strung together
Yet make perfect sense
If you read them in a single breath
What if I wrote a book?
Human being. Not doing. Remember what you are. Because in the mad rush of doing everything, we forget our own being. And just how to simply be.
With poetry flowing and ebbing in your veins
And music brimming in your heart
Forgive yourself your failures
And brace for a brand new start
Because it’s November and there’s an east wind blowing
Stirring up the stardust in your soul
