Day 200: Distilled Thoughts

As we sat there by the slow simmering fire, somehow the warmth of the people was more comforting that anything else at that moment. The red glow that faded in time as the songs grew louder, in many languages and without any need for translations tonight. There are some things that sound familiar, they sound beautiful even without having meanings attached to them in your head. As we read poetry I kept thoughts in head that were distilled over and over again, like bottled wine we poured in glasses. As I write the 200th piece today I feel paying more attention to things around me than when I first started writing. For now I find more to learn as the night slid away in conversations that felt unfinished for now and some thoughts remain, to which I write.

Distilled Thoughts
We sat there with an empty glass just in time
While it was filled by moments that find rhyme
In art and poetry to which we sometimes pay heed
A little warmth we wish for & sometimes need

We are songs being written on the fly
With words that come to our mind,we know not why
Learning from tunes that form somewhere in our mind
If you look for us, we are easy to find.

Between familiar & unknowns, among the old & the new
We found reasons for so much but moments so few
Take a walk down memory lane, among things that don't make sense
Among everything that seems right, where you don't have to pretend

We are distilled thoughts kept in a bottle somewhere
Aged to perfection we only grow more and more rare
We are poetries composed of whimsy and an evening's delight
We are beyond proof values of what you can measure right

I am waiting for sketches here & there, canvases of the night skies to be filled
Sitting and jotting down some poetries, and summaries from my thoughts distilled.