How was your day?

How was your day

You complain

I never ask

You narrate the top headlines

The unruly maid

The unkempt help

The untimely call

The unnecessary gossip

The untidy laundry

The unhappy husband

The unseen sorrow

The unwell joys

The undoing of your mind

And if time permits

The tidings of the neighbors

Of siblings, cousins and nephews

Of promises broken and words unkept

Of those long lost

And the silent goodbyes

In my mind

I narrate the same

With words

Punctuated by silence

And then you complain

I never speak

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Thoughts

Thoughts
Like shards of glass
Pinch
Pierce
Draw blood
Break through
The perceived numbness

These thoughts
Like Jasmine petals
Spread fragrance
Soft and smooth
Bring joy
Comfort
Hope

These thoughts
Swell
Recede
Happy
Bitter
Relive joys
Dread

These thoughts
Like a stone
Drawing waves
On a still surface
At a soul-less place
Just a hint
Of the currents underwater

These thoughts
They’re all we have

Displacement

Impulsive hair cuts

Expensive evenings shopping

Idle days online

Replacing the hollow

Inside one post, one picture

One dress at a time

Busy days, jittery nights

One more project. One extra glass

One pitcher of wine

Or whiskey on the rocks of hope

Maybe liquid will do to the gaps

That solid can’t fill

Science class from school taught

Displacement

Tectonic shifts

Earthquakes

Quiet aftershocks

But as they also taught

Mass & energy can only be moved

Neither destroyed nor created

So where did it go

That which filled the hollows

In search, travel

Pictures on Instagram

New friends, large smiles

Adventure. Excitement

Momentary joys

Shedding ties. Burning bridges

Blurring the way home

Losing track of time

Displaced emotions

Replaced objects

New hair cuts. Beautiful dresses

Monies spent

Renting happiness

How much did life cost?

The accountants count

X moments of joy

Long and short

Y million dollars

Your balance sheet of life

Written over your shroud

As it hides

Your fresh haircut, your bright new dress

Someday

Regularly
We clean up
The debris
Around
The eye of the storm
And sweep it
Under the carpet

Regularly
We take out for a wash
The skeletons hidden inside
Dust the wardrobe
The bleached bones old and new
And put it back in fresh as a dew

Someday
The skeletons will see
The salvation they seek
Resolutions
Absolving of guilt

Someday

Until then
Regularly
We clean

Move on

“Move on.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“…..”

“Why?”

“Because it would be murder. All those memories we painstakingly collected, they will be long forgotten. No, I’d rather smile and cry whenever I remember you and our memories. Some day, the edges of these memories are going to get frayed and dog-eared like a beloved book read again and again. I’d rather our memories too die a natural death. I don’t want them to meet a preemptive end. You move on. You need to. I’m happy here.”

Bah, that’s just life!

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On a dark cloudy day,
We stepped towards the mountain peak,
With each step, the clouds neared,
Threatening us with a downpour.
But she was adamant,
Punny nature! bend to her, it will.
And so with cheeks, red and animated,
She inched towards her goal.
For what, I knew now,
I only accompanied for curiosity’s sake.
For she was beauty personified,
Not in terms of figure, face or skin,
But something in her air, something beyond words,
And her eyes! Boy, with untold secrets,
Did they shine and dance.
No, curiosity bade me, “Go with her”
“I need to know,” it said.
She smiled at me, as if she knew,
But on she went, in tormenting silence.
To the mountain we reached,
panting, sighing, ooh-and-aahing.
I then looked at her curiously,
to find answers to her mystery.
She laughed at the sky,
Joy and mirth filling her high.
Confused, “Why,” I asked.
“Why ever not,” she said.
“Rain, risk and dark,” I said.
“Bah, that’s but life,” she quipped,
And after the clouds, merrily ran,
While I looked on, stunned.

Dear Time

Source: http://consciouslifenews.com/3-ways-make-most-intuition/
Source: http://consciouslifenews.com/3-ways-make-most-intuition/

Dear Time, can you stop for a while?
So I can say goodbye,
to the moments that touched my heart;
Even the ones that made me cry;
End them with a full stop,
Instead of the three dots you’re known for.
Dear Time, can you slow down for a while?
I’d like to hug my friend,
Who’s no more in my life.
Or stare into those eyes,
that often filled my heart with warmth,
Before they turn all cold and dry.
Dear Time, can you pause and rewind?
I hate to leave my loved ones back.