Day 6: Middle of the night

This weekend was about taking pictures when you wake up in the middle of the night, going out for a stroll when it is quiet outside and then sleeping again when you have to knowing routine was out the window. And hence today's topic as suggested is about Middle of the night, the little moments that come in small bits and pieces to us and that let us construct our days and as I post this quite literally around the middle of the night :)

Middle of the night
It is often what hasn't been around,
                     that reminds you of things long gone, that are but no where to be found
In dreams that encircle the thoughts in your head
                    would you change what of dream about or would you stick to it instead?

The middle of the night, the morning blues,
                     the night lights fading away and in between the morning hues
Between the trance of a silent sleep, between the complains of the day,
                    the things that have remained with me, in the those that couldn't stay

The night reminds of a fresh start that rises,
                    Of the indecisiveness between the day and night, between poured glasses and promises
Oh better friends we all wish to be, to those around and to chose who care,
                    Yet for now I only take pictures in the night, the silent roads and places that lay bare

The middle of the night is when I write to you,
                  When I wish simple words would speak , and someway come through.

"Thanks for Day 6 everyone, I look forward to suggestions for Day 7, make the end of the week your poem, let me write only for you, look forward to hearing from you" 

Day 5: In smiles that hide

The week ended with a warm Friday and the tired souls poured into cold glasses of beer at the nearest pub. And why not, when the day calls for some down time. Among the groups of people that share a drink and among the smiles I see little moments of escape from the routine of things. Little pieces of amusement between munching on the popcorn and little plans in action , and it was all hidden in the randomness. So I decided to write about the hidden smiles as suggested by a friend, in between these times.

In smiles that hide
Are you going by like yesterday, like yesteryear, like the time that is but memories,
Like the pieces of crumbled papers that lay on the door, I scratched one out as I sat down to write,
I fought with words as they crowd in my mind, in meanings I reach for, and in the words I confide

Are you like the smile that hides, that reminds of me cartoons on a Sunday afternoon,
That tells of a time that is puzzling everyday, and yet of puzzles that builds itself behind,
Beyond the things that hides in secrets still, and in between the times that comes to you and for me that flies

In the little spaces of my heart, my mind still finds you in the corners of your face,
In between every walk that I walk to you, between the miles and in every pace
Oh fear not the unknown my friend, we learn to grow but in steps and stride,
And all that I know and trust for now, is that you will always have a smile; one that you could never hide.

"I want you to share small moments of your life, things you want to be written about, let me give back in someway, let me write for you, leave me a topic to write about"

Day 4: Just a scoop of ice cream

A friend of mine suggested an unusual topic today, he told me to write about ice cream (yes the dessert we so often like) and a veiled hint towards my love for ice cream. What followed inadvertently later in the day was a trip to the local ice cream parlor and slurping cold one in the warm summer. There is a level of simplicity that is never lost from life, something we keep visiting from time to time and though it may become a routine , these are the simple things that give us joy. So I write to the bitter sweet, to the ice cream

Just a scoop of ice cream
I often wonder what the world might have been,
If we had no fights, we had no emotion that lay unseen
If the honest ones who would write to you, would write with flavors that are bold,
Like the ice cream scoop, like the sugar cone, and like the simple times of which we are told.

We often grow up to amuse ourselves, we grow up, we grow out, we learn how to be,
Like the many flavors and taste of lives, we choose the ones we like, among the ones we see.
I implore you to be adventurous my friend, take a scoop from the the unventured side,
There is only so little to give up at times, and yet we fear of the things we leave aside

I often wander like a child on a summer day, someone who is not just on a sugar high,
Rather someone who expects just a little bit to change, someone who believes life can still surprise.

"Look forward to more suggestions my friends, leave me a comment, things you want me to write about, a word, a feeling, a thought, a meaning. For my heart , let me write but only to you "