The world as you know it
Will change one day
At the hands
Of a perfect stranger
Yet you’d feel
More comfortable
Than you have ever before
Life as you know it
Would stand upside down
Yet it’d be more recognisable
Than the headstand it feels like now
Home
As you know it to be
Will change its very definition as a noun
From a place to a person
And yet
You’d always long to go home
I walked a mile
In your shoes
And now my feet
Are covered with sores
I don’t know yet what to make of your sole
But I’m so much closer to touching your soul
A cat caught it’s tail
While a dog straightened its own
Somewhere in the midst of it all
Someone got a baby’s nose
Creating a mayhem out of symphony
Or one could call it a bewildering ephiphany
So if you feel you’re bound to fail
My friend remember this, if you may
That it may go either way
While you’ll still be able to say
That
Thereby hangs a tale
Her smile was warm and welcoming
Yet her frosty eyes held subtle hints of warning
Her words, in turn, were uncharacteristically shy and hesitant
She was a paradox and a juxtaposition
Yet, somehow, a soul soothing combination
As she clutched in her hands
A hot brew of
Equal parts coffee, milk and froth.
Did you know a perfect cup of cappuccino contains milk, coffee and foam in a ratio of 1:1:1?
Also, since this seems to be turning into a series on hot cuppas, what are your thoughts on this and Espresso ? Which kind of coffee should I do next?
I’ve survived what seemed like the end of times on countless cups of coffee
What are the chances then of you messing with me and emerging unscathed
You’d be grounded and roasted
Pressed and filtered out
While a telltale storm brews in my eyes
Kind hearts
And nicer souls
Always tolerant
Never a tyrant
Gentle guidance
Comforting hugs
Boundless love
Constant worrying
Undaunted support
Always giving
Never asking for anything in return
They smile every time I smile
They cry before tears can even leave my eye
They live to see me make a life for myself
I am, because you are
And what you are is rather rare
All I want
Is a room with a view
A heart with a tune
A dream with a date
A song for my fate
A prayer on my lips
A swing to my hips
Some wind beneath my wings
Hands which can seize
Manners aimed to please
Eyes which can see no lies
And most of all
I want to be
Surrounded by
More books than I can count
And more love than I can contain
Please feel free to add below.
Every great story
Starts off as an ordinary one
With a hesitant writer
Penning down uncertain words
Unaware of when he’s begun
To weave an extraordinary tale
Unable to imagine his humble characters
Morphing into heroes
Unsure of whether the climax
Ties up all loose ends
Afraid of what the world would think
Once it’s been published
Pained at the thought of his every mistake
Preserved for all posterity
Yes, every great story
Begins unknowingly
Despite brimming with latent potential
Then what compels you
To be so hard on yourself
While your story is turning its pages yet?
Every time you come to me
With no intention of staying
You tear away a part of me
Which can never grow back
Every time you talk to me
With no truth in your voice
You cut at me with razor blades
And I ooze out your lies
Every time you look at me
With less than loving eyes
You down the shutters and drown out the light
From every corner of my heart
Every time you leave me again
With promises of an ever after
You suck the joy from all my days
And all the brightness inside of me
So, here
Take this
I’ve compiled a scrapbook for you
And on every page
You’ll find in red
Snippets of my soul
I have a thing for gusts of winds
They touch me but for a second
Yet their embrace lingers for a while
Sometimes bringing blessed respite
To an otherwise dreary day
This is how I’d like to be remembered, I think
Approaching the peripheries of many lives
Yet leaving a mild mark
Enough to bring a smile to their faces
When someone in the room mentions a name similar to mine
I wonder, how’d you like to be remembered?
