a little romance with life

I wonder what happens when The light hugs the darkness And the smile kisses the tears Who melts into whom? Does the darkness grow lighter Does the light become dark? Does the smile turn away the tears? Or do the tears leave a mark? And what happens when a person is in love And the other is not quite so Who decides whether it’ll reach an end? Or it’ll be love forever for both? I don’t see how these things mix When opposites come to interact From different ends of the city And from far away points in the mind To bring to each other What the other has never seen And become for each other What they have otherwise never been.

I have the perfect painting in my hand With all the right strokes, from all the correct angles The figures are beautifully made And the shades are just right The paints mix in the ideal way And it’s neither too dark nor too bright, I love it when I look at it I miss it when I look away, My perfect painting Then you come along You show me how one stroke is wrong And how I missed an angle by 5 degrees That figure has a hand too big, and that nose doesn't look too real How a pink would have been better than red there And how it’s a little lighter than it should be And I know you are right It is not perfect But I would have loved you more If you would have just let it be.

The worst taste in the world is not of curry with too much salt Or of coffee with no sugar Not of a chocolate when you eat it an year after it’s expiry Or of your chicken when it is undercooked The worst taste isn’t of a bitter vegetable that was churned and churned to get a bright green juice to heal your upset stomach The worst taste is of anger as you swallow it deep down Where it stays longer than you want it to And of its little pieces that stay in your mouth with a taste that lingers just to torture you.

Sitting on a bean bag placed on my balcony With the sound of my favorite music playing in the background And my annoying little brother trying to correct every single word I write. But still I write. Because from where I’m looking the building right in front of me is as tall as my hand And the person walking on the road is not even one finger tall So I sit and measure everything from where I’m seated The trees, the cars And I try to look at tiny little smiles But people are just too damn far And I think of other places where I can see the world through such different eyes Wondering why I don’t go there more often.

I want to write a poem on wet mud Not flowers, or love, or how I feel But just on plain wet mud Because to my eyes it reminds Of the delicious color Of my favorite chocolate And to my nose, the favoritist smell in the world A scent that gives Such immense, such intense joy To my mind it brings back memories Of rainy days And of those childhood times well spent Wrapped in mud Dancing and laughing It reminds me of the earth Where everything comes from And will go one day Wet mud Because when I take it in my hand It can become anything I want A snake, a pot, a clown Wet mud And how it gives life To all the beautiful trees I love And I realize That I have stared at the sky too often And too long looking at the stars And thinking of places where I don’t belong And now I stare at this mud And I know it’s there I can touch it, feel it, smell it, see it And as I touch and smell and see I somehow become Closer t...

I hold a record for falling in love With people Whom I’ve never looked in the eye And being so far away from them That we never even shared The same air And because I never knew them as people I dug as much as I could from afar For more things about them That I could love with all my heart But more often than not I just fell for a piece of them Just one single part Like the guy I loved because I loved his voice And the jingle in his laugh The way all words sounded So much more beautiful As they came out of his lips And so it didn’t matter to me what he said Because I was already in a daze I loved another two or three For the thoughts they had The way their words would rhyme as they spoke Like every sentence shared its heart with the other And like words got a whole new meaning And I was but a student Trying to learn their magical art I hold a record for falling in love With people So deeply and with all my heart But ...