‘a dream within a dream’

she used to watch them from a distance
through the smog of days and cold of haze
autumnal joy and the glory of rain
the girl with a laugh and a smile
that never foretold about things to come
what she remembers of him was his eyes and
the cuff link pair and a watch thick and grey
together they formed a connection that ought to have withstood time
in the days that followed through the festivals and endless cheer
and work that led them through hiccups of sleepless nights
life was but a celebration of the whimsy of hearts
but when the connection broke and yes it did
she wonders if they just disappeared into the wide world
fragmented and torn, at peace and warm
sitting across strangers with a teacup in hand
making chitchat that didn’t really belong
did they watch from afar or did they look for life?

she didn’t think so…she was the connection after all.

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set adrift on a memory bliss

an unanswered text from eons ago
a paper napkin with your doodles
and a song with lyrics that refuses to go
a broken kiss, a heartfelt hug
a charm bracelet, with sunshine no more
divinity in a cup, infinity on my mind
fleeting seasons with no reason or rhyme
little red box with mementoes alone
a mindful of memoirs, no labels no shore
a sky inundated with paprika helloes
fallen leaves and a collection of raindrops
and I still yearn for more?

the far aways are here to stay..

There were days when laughter was abound ….they came like rain, wanton and loud. Mornings spent watching the patterns spread on the wall like jeweled ink blots and yearning clowns. Evenings on the rooftop watching the world tick away…sky a molten yellow and gray, speckled with paprika clouds. Nights on the balcony, listening to music, reading from books like far from the madding crowd.

Days that began with uncertain hellos and ended with unspoken goodbyes…

the lightness of being…

The wind is heavy with the luscious goodness of unfallen rain…leaves behave like they have no nest…the sun a truant boy bouncing off curtains long…the smell of spiced tea with cinnamon strong…me ensconced in a layer of lyrics hauled up from various cupboards of the mind…serenading the innocence of yesterdays.

you could be happy…

And it rains ….

Nothin heavy on the mind, just a symphony of sounds absorbed along with an absconding heart. Watching the rains come down …longing for a new start.