it’s in the details. the way she combed your hair to the side and put a sparkly butterfly clip to hold it in place, yet it was always lopsided. the way you always saved the last piece of chocolate for someone special. it’s in his booming laughter and the way he twirled his sunglasses. it…
Category: Poetry
Moments shared in passing
She tells me about the antics her pets did today, and the meal she had. There was a visitor at home, she says, while Lionel Richie sings in the background. She’s got a new lip shade; she wants my opinion on it. I tell her it brings out her electric blue eyes. Another old man…
Echoes of meaning
An old friend visits every once in a while Over coffee, under a bare sunny sky, or when the world’s asleep we talk. we talk life we talk death An old friend visits every once in a while urging me to question every bit of me quantify what I am and demand an answer to…
Dystopian Dream
The city is painted with lights and coloursThe streets are crowdedThe noise from everyday life dins monotonously.Strangers cross pathsWith no second glancesThe sun rises, and it setsThe night comesBringing with it silhouettesSilhouettes of people, places, things, memories. The world is crowdedThe noise from everyday life dins monotonouslyThere’s an isolation even in the midst of everyone.An…
Almost…most of the time
Most of the time I feel alive. I love life and the little beauties that encompass it.Most of the time, the morning sunshine warming my cheeks makes me happyThe creepers curling on my window with new leaves sprouting tell me there is hope. Always. Most of the time I look forward to my morning coffee…
Nothing but still something
An ink stained desk, a drawer that is stuck
A shelf with the Chartered Accountant’s neatly stacked files, and his granddaughter’s picture
A singer from the 70’s singing softly in the background while a mother hums in the kitchen…
Every moment tells us: memento mori
The Odyssey Of Your Life
I’ve heard that life is a metaphor
but
maybe
you don’t need to decode it
just live through it like art
raw and real
through mistakes and lessons
but full of colour.
A whiff of April
The frost begins to melt away and the fog makes way for clear blue skies. Puffy white clouds emerge and a radiant yellow sun smiles its best smile. Roses, jasmine and bougainvillea bloom like they’ve never before, The breeze is warm and the afternoons sultry. The ice and gloom has drifted away to make room…
I fell in love in the morning
One morning I fell in love
Far from the shallow
It happens in the most unexpected ways. When you’re going about your daily routine
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