Fleeting love

Morning sunshine
The clink of a cup
Hot tea with no milk
Entwined in smoke
Raging embers
And conversation
Out on the balcony
With fair contemplation

Twisted commonality
Gifted pain
A pause in the regular
Seemingly insane
Endlessly gasping
For a dollop of air
Fleeting love
Just seems unfair

Holding on to the times
Of fantasy like none before
Of fascination
Of a different kind of love
A touch of excitement
A look of fervor
Drops of lust
As we get in the shower

Bathed in sunshine
Lost in time
Spent together
With no cause in mind
Breathing deep
In the fragrant last night
Waiting for the next
In evening light

Holding on
As time slips away
To inevitable reality
To another today
The pieces move interchangeably
While the heart's frozen in time
A longing remains
And a love sublime !!

Time in my life

This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, are you who you want to be
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger and you had everything to lose

- Switchfoot

Just a random song pops up in your playlist. It gets you thinking. Especially when you are taking really significant decisions, life altering decisions…

So this is my life, but am I who I want to be? Was this what I had dreamed I would be, what life would be? Swayed by emotion, consumed by passion for things that may or may not be significant in my life tomorrow, unmoved by success, grounded by failure.

Maybe till now I had not fully grasped how much to each extreme I am. Any attempts to blow moderation into my life have been futile. Common sense is averse to me. *Smirk*

I had never pictured myself like this. The vulnerability to emotion, to people, did not remotely pop up in my futuristic dreams. I guess life has thrown enough rotten tomatoes at me for me to still harbor notions of a perfect future.

Time destroys

Yesterday that was today,

Just a while back.

Tomorrow is not so far away.

Discards perfection,

Breeds uncertainty

A change in direction

With every breath

Control

We have none of that

Just brace ourselves for the next attack

Time rebuilds,

Heals the injured Achilles heel

Replenishes when all is seemingly lost

Creates beautiful dreams

When you’re soporific

And wakes you up to reality…

I guess I would have liked to go on with that. But time’s just brought back my best enemy - the writers’ block. Maybe some other time…