“Have you eaten?“
“Text me when you reach home?”
“What are you upto, cutie?”
“Haven’t seen you online in a long while, all okay?”
“Guess what happened today?“
“You’re meeting me this weekend. Period.”
Love resides between the spoken and unspoken
Love survives in all things big and small
Love pushes us and pulls us through
Love teaches us the meaning of life
January came and went
Like a gust of cold air
Chilling yet refreshing
Jarring your very bones
But a wake up call, if you’re listening
February, in turn, promises to be
As full of love
As we want to believe
Upping the heat
Like a welcome reprieve
I think I’ve started the new year on the right note. I travelled. Twice in the very first month, in fact. And I paused. I paused myself, my thoughts and life itself. In the middle of mountains and the whitest of clouds. Underneath blue skies and a canopy of lush trees. I didn’t hear people, but I still heard sounds. Of the birds chirping. And gushing waters abound. I lost myself to adventure. I found myself in joy. I gave myself to the wilderness and I brought myself pure happiness.
Yes, I think I started the new year on a beautiful note. How have you been doing?
Burnt fingers and some bitter coffee
Three wick candles and a dog-eared glossy
A warm smile and an attitude that’s also a little saucy
Are my favourite wrappings for a cold, winter morning
Ushering in soft breezes
With the rustling of drying leaves
October ends
With the promise of rebirth
Heralding the reign of nights
Over shorter, greyer days
November begins
With a foggy breath
On the last day of my life, I wish to rise early and smell the morning air. To go for a walk amongst beautifully coloured flowers under a perfect, powder blue sky. I’d probably have milkshake for breakfast or pancakes or oats. Cannot pin it down yet, but something sweet for sure. I’d call up my best friend and ask her to come over. I’d discuss a recently read book with her over a glass of red wine. Or two. Both, the book and the wine. I’d spend the afternoon with my family – laughing, squabbling and laughing again. I’d enjoy the evening with the love of my life. Slow dancing to fine music that we remembered by heart. I’d go to bed content but before that, I’d write a poem in my notebook. Sigh!
But. Yes, there’s always a but. But since I don’t know which day would be my last – one can never really know for sure. I’d like to live like this each day. Is that too much to ask for?
A dream delayed is not a dream unfulfilled
A heart broken need not be bereft of love forever
An anxious mind at times will know true peace
And so a seeming end can be a new beginning
All it takes is to keep on living
Some leave
Some stay
And some find a way
Back to where it all began
Because love is the only solace
That can be found
Time and time again
Have you ever been held hostage
By the power of a beautifully framed lie
Have you thought of going on believing
Till the very day that you die
Or will you fight to save your soul
When the river runs dry
Tell me, will you choose the truth
When the whole world goes awry
There’s poetry for pain
There’s poetry for healing
There’s poetry for love
There’s poetry for dealing
If you can feel it, know it, see it
There’ll be some poem to describe it
And that’s how we live
And relive it
This circus of being human
Moonlighting Scrivener 