it seeps in slow …the last month of the year
and brings along with it a quilt of patchwork memories
colorful pieces of musings and adventures happy
snatches of conversations and moments stolen
from by-lanes never forgotten
it feels good to snuggle in and look back
this month …that year.
do you ever think that all your broken pieces
might live across the oceans grey or in the triangular bay?
do ever walk with no destination in mind, except in circles square?
do you search for soul mates in eyes of moody blues or tempestuous curls of hair?
do you take well lit roads of addresses unknown or walk the silent stairs?
do you want for postcards from heaven or texts from strangers known?
do you hurt like crazy but talk with laughter in the air?
are you the piece that fits my puzzle or is my puzzle your affair?
have you ever thought how if you and I were to meet we would be complete?
Someday when you know for sure
You’ll love yourself lots more
You’ll tear up the letters and the napkin folds
Of the fools who dilly dallied
And spoke in hushed whispers of wanting you so
You’ll stare at your reflection in the pond that holds your tears
And set adrift a little blue boat for tomorrow
And a red balloon with hearts made of gold.
❤❤❤my kind of tea party….beautiful pictures by the Shah of Blah!!
This post is dedicated to a young lady who goes by the name, and blog name, of Kismet. She does write some really cool poetry…
Anyway, she had asked me to take some photos of tea, chai stalls. I now have a collection, and will put them up on my Behance & 500 px things once I sort them out and clean them up.
So, young lady, have some chai!
octobers my favorite color, as is to swim in waters blue…more so in depths of grey
wrapped in delicious ambiguity of an ordinary life, with not so ordinary expectations
myriad highs and lows of feelings tenacious, but caught in their estranged
cavorting smiles and fleeting glances, all lost in endless romances decadently
donuts, cafe, midnight flea markets, infusion of colors in scarves
imaginary friends and a reel world, a canvas so vast, it holds all my madness at home
i still remember the stories we wove together
like a patchwork quilt suffused with color
i still remember the peacock dance to the first rain
and a sun that refused to show
i still remember the crazed running through streets
trying to locate your favorite incense vendor
i still remember the church with a white steeple
the fervent prayers for this moment to linger
i still remember the bazaar with beads and flowers
the unhurried tea as you had my fortune read
i still remember the flame of the burning candle
and a chilled night in december
i still remember the fireflies we chased
as we walked for hours under a moonless gaze
i still remember the look on your face
when she came over to say hello
if iam to forget, then i must say my farewells
this part of the journey, i find on my own
if we meet someday, please, i want you to walk away
for my mind is full of memories that refuse to fade.