Calling all Vikings

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If you’re hiding in some forlorn cafe hoping to meet your soul mate like Iam wont to do ….I’d reckon it may take a while. Here’s the thing though I do wonder where they can be found? I hadn’t really meant to voice that aloud but then Ralph must make himself heard …thats umm what imaginary friends are wont to do…..he looked at me and said maybe I ought to call off the search and simply enjoy the sudanese blend. And to the ummm Vikings I do meet in life ….smile more and take a chance ….ask her if she’d like another round of coffee and don’t worry mommy is right around. Meanwhile onto matters more frivolous may-haps a dip?

And afterwards I could read your fortune in the dregs?

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Come with me and let me go

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How swiftly the cocoon of memories created wafts away as one reaches home…..you try holding onto a steady stream of conscious thought desperate in your desire to still belong…all it takes is one ring of the phone to remind you of being back. And soon familiar sights of the haven known lull you into their illusion of being well….but you do know some part of your soul now lies scattered over the myriad waters blue and a setting woebegone sun.

Only the bent blades of grass to remind you of where you’ve been all along.

He loves me not!?

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You…you aren’t perfect but then nor am I. I suppose that in itself must count for something? And if at all I was looking for a sign from the universes combined i’d say tis kismet that got us aligned. I send you my love across time and I harbour no hopes of you being mine but perhaps you shall buy me coffee when you see me next?

My love for all things flawed including me above all ….reflections over a lotus pond@ kumarakom

Forever and a day

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Ive always welcomed a new day with open arms…call me crazy, call me what you will …but each dawn brings with it an awakening thought…maybe it gathers clarity …maybe it rusts to no return…maybe you sink maybe you sail…or maybe like me you gift yourself another day. You flirt with the sheer insouciance of being, just an ephemeral soul on an endless passage of thought…

…frosted breath on window panes in unknown places …..I saw your face in a crowded place and gifted you a thousand forevers.

Home is where the heart is….at kumarakom