a little romance with life

Like saying ‘hello’ when meeting a treasured friend Like hugging the warmth of the sunshine Like warm feelings that had been tucked away under warm clothes kept in care for colder times Like reasons to let people come closer Like excuses to hold them tighter Like a short day that begs to be lived to the fullest Like a star-filled night that refuses to get over You come back to me like an old lover You whisper in my ears long forgotten songs You play with my hair You tickle my heart with your gentle breath You fill my mind with your scent. You come to me like an old lover who will one day say goodbye again.

There are promises that you make to yourself that will change the way you live your life; and sometimes you will be able to see as you make them; other times it’ll be years before you knew you were following a mantra a motto, or something; and when you look back it’ll shine through everything you have ever done and you’ll love it or hate it; but years later, you won’t be able to do anything about it. I have made some promises too. Like the promise I’ve made to never regret the evening I spent swept in the arms of something I love; like reading poetry Or listening and singing along to songs in the happiest voice, Like the day when I chose to ignore a pending assignment so that I could go and listen to two old men, both poets as they recited words weaved in magic, casting a spell on me And the wonder I felt when I saw them grow young in the span of an hour or so. And I will never look back with contempt or anger at the things and people that on...

I feel cheated on, today Because there is someone else out there who is Living my life—wearing the shoes I would have picked had I gotten to the store first; and in clothes that actually belong to me; telling stories that are hidden in the corners of my heart And I don’t know how she knows, but she knows And she flies, while I float around today, holding on to temporary anchors as I search for wings. Because there are no words for the things I feel And reasons for what I feel, but I feel, so much About so many things—like when I cross the road And stare at faces that say to me- “you know, I have an interesting story to tell”; and when I see mothers holding daughters as they cross roads and on the other end, daughters holding their mothers who are children again, once their job is done And how I laugh and smile and cry Because I can see the circle of life; but there is no one word Or even many, that can ever describe the warmth I feel That som...

Cheers to the being who does not keep A hidden box at the top of the closet Or in some corner of the heart Or in its mind Where it is covered By the cobwebs of memory A box that contains bits and pieces of paper Words and dialogues Quotes and lyrics Photographs of smiles And pictures of views Letters that haven’t been opened in years And phone numbers that will never be used Pens whose souls left them When their inks ran dry And papers who knew they had died When dust came to reside on them Where once fingers touched, And tears smiled. A box The box The most dreaded box The most loved one The one there But not really. Cheers to the being Who can let it go Who can but throw Away the things That matter no more. And I will come looking for you soon but I have a box as of now to look after.