Day 84: Color me Red

"Color me a color" was a concept I was discussing with a friend a long time ago, it was about the idea that different days and emotions could allow us to associate ourselves with colors. And sometimes this notion becomes so clear when we emote outward . The human psyche when it comes to emoting inward and outward has always interested me, we don't always project and even if we do I feel we sometimes paint the outside and in differently. "Red" is associated with power, strength and also passion , love, and strength and for no matter what the quality the user may draw from  it , for me there is nothing more perfect today evening than watching a fiery sun take a bow and end the day,and hence I wish "Color me Red"

Color me Red
Some days I think of all that was lost,
In brush strokes and cruel versus between lost meaning in words.
In between the negatives and positives that I forget to develop,
In pictures in my head and the reasons I refuse to give up

Some days I wish you would color me red,
Bring me back to life, from the deep sleep I live in outside of my bed.
Shake me and stir me awake, bring me back to life,
We are all unwritten pieces in your book, we are colors that can't be contained in lines

Color my soul, my mind, colors that bleed when you think of tonight,
When you recollect everything that makes you happy and for once willfully lets you lose my sight
In the shadow when it's too bright, I stand behind you like a silhouette ,
In between bells that ring out loud, and yet play like music to my ears and only in my head

I fear the day may be too short at times, and yet I encourage you to take a chance,
To fill the wall, will scribbles and sketches , for once let go of charge as the walls are painted by hand
Among many things I wish for tonight, in shades of color that are so loud,
For now I wish to be on a canvas somewhere, painted red as the sunset ending the day & taking a bow

Day 83: Time Zone

I would be remiss if I don't take the time to write about moments when we all get phone calls from people on the other side of the world and if your friends and family are spread everywhere, you can expect calls at anytime. I have woken up many a times to messages and phone calls from these friends who are spread out in places. And though I would say it is hard to respond back when you are sleepy, it is at these odd moments that you feel remembered, cherished and sometimes called upon. Personally I enjoy being woken up sometimes by a happy message or a call I might have missed. In any case I find this splitting up of our lives and responses among different time zones amusing and in the past couple of days while struggling with it, worth something to write about. Though it may approach simplicity in the choice of topic, I believe it is the simple things we should write to at times.

Time Zone
It was 3 am for maybe not the world, but me,
When I had put myself to bed,and yet the whole world couldn't fall asleep
When the random blinking of the phone, a message alert came popping on the screen,
When I was woken up and yet there was some happiness on the unlocked and unseen

Timed away, and stowed away and saved from those who might twist in and turn,
Who have learned to calculate differences in their head, and some that are too hard to discern.
We have all lived with the chaos of the many calls someday, from different time zones,
From silence that haunts our phones sometimes, and sometimes the anticipation of the unknown.

Just like all of us who have been woken up at times,
Who have spoken without their free will, at long calls and on distant lines.
Who have given up just a little bit of their precious sleep,
Because someone somewhere wanted to talk, some needed to speak

I wonder how different it would be somehow, if the whole world is too quiet,
If I switch off my phone and turn on vibrate, would I find a more peaceful night.
I have been told tales and complained by those who feel I might simply have too much time,
But what would our world be , if all the people & all time zones were so quiet even for a while.

I wish I could get rid of the hands of the clock some days,
I could listen endlessly without the tick-tock of the clock, as I feel the world would give away.

Day 82: Stumble Upon

Sometimes a long phone call gives clarity to the ideas that were already in your head but never truly found their way through. One such notion was the way we connect to people, to strangers and sometimes the idea that we stumble upon even people. It is during these transitions between people, places and things that we find a reason to make decisions and live by it. As this week draws to and end and you find yourself clutching to the edge of your chair, in your office as you stare outside the window, the cold glass pane and your warm breath against it and the need to scribble something, even if it doesn't always make sense.

Stumble Upon
Do you feel the need to be yourself, or sometimes be someone else for a while?
Do you feel you have stumbled upon a day, or do you carry it just the same with a smile?
The lighter ends to the week, times when you have carried yourself to the end,
When the little things, the big ones too, and all the lost ones come back at life's bend

When you decide to move, not just in place, but spaces in your mind,
You decide to empty things out, and sometimes not even leave a trace behind
There are those who will write to farewell songs, for longer goodbyes,
I am one who feels farewell comes every weekend, and sometimes every night.

We are addicted to the weeks I feel, to people, to the work we must all do,
Or sometimes just getting by is all we care about, sometimes just making it through
Even if you are reading this in your office, lab or wherever your eyes may find,
I would like you to stumble upon, things in life that are sometimes so kind

You have made the best of yourself, or you keep trying when no one cares,
You keep your poker face on, and sometimes you head on with life as one big dare
There are many things I wish that you stumble upon, things that let you dream big and free,
And every time you are in doubt my friend, I wish you would simply "stumble upon me".