Sunday, February 25, 2024

Dear Someone


Dear Someone,
I don't know who you are or even, if you are.
All I know is, I need you to listen to me,
to hear what I have to say -
even if - I can't think of anything worthwhile to say...
Because I am bored and lonely and too full of myself.
I want to drown my thoughts,
pour words in your ears -
even if - they don't mean anything.
Sometimes having someone by your side is the only therapy you need.
But someone, I don't just mean to banter,
I want to listen too...
And I promise it won't just be a one-way conversation
I want to hear you out too, know you, your dreams, your goals, your fears, your sorrows, what keeps you going, but, most importantly what brings a smile on your face!
Because anything that makes you smile reciprocates and magnifies the smile on my face and so many other faces...
I know you are not here but somehow it doesn't feel like it.
I'll tell you what it feels like though...
It feels like the sky & sunshine, rain & rainbows, a gentle breeze & sand dunes, roses & lotuses...
Yes talking to you is just like that, magical in each and every way.
And that is why even if you aren't here, I can still feel your presence -
just like my shadow, never leaving my side.
And after we're done talking -
that is - in reality - me throwing my thoughts into this void, which, ironically encompasses the whole universe...
I know someone, we'll be miraculously healed!

Friday, February 23, 2024

Flight of a bird


I spotted this little bird,
Singing her merry song for me,
Painted in myriad colours and pitches 
Her whimsical tune of reality.

It hopped on from tree to tree -
Twittering, chirping playfully,
Then caught its flight back again
To the horizon of eternity.

Still squatted on my reclining chair, I -
reminisced about the pretty bird which left me
in reality, but, never in spirit,
while the sunrays played peek-a-boo with me -
alight on my soul mystically.

And then the bird took flight again,
Only this time in my mind's garden - to ascertain -
life's merry song perching in my soul -
the bird flew never to leave me alone...

Gratitude

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