Day 156: Leave me a Key

Till someone "leaves a key" refers to both leaving a clue, as well as a key which opens doors. In the physicality of the object though there is a meaning that is common, both unlock things in lives that we need to be unlocked. This reflection about locked things and finding a left out key was drawn from the need that I see myself and other struggle through, whether is it personal or professional lives we feel the urgency which grows time and time again. It is in between this hidden nature of things that we look for clues, and maps and roads back. We find solace at end of weeks and find comfort in sitting quietly for a while sometimes. I wonder if it would be easier to ask sometimes, just leave me with a key, leave me with answers, clues and something without mystery.

Leave me a Key
Sometimes when I feel you are locked away from me
I wonder if you could just leave me a key
And draw me a map to find my way to your home
Where you are with your thoughts and yet sometimes alone

Leave me with a direction , I will play the part I need
And somewhere in between I hope you will somehow pay heed
When Friday wasn't long enough, for the week to end
And yet the last thing on my mind was something hard to pretend.

Walk with me to the end of nights and to the door,
Retrace your footsteps where you stepped in before
You were eager to solve the mystery, you would begin with the last page
And yet the memories in your head, your thoughts refuse to age

Leave me with just a thought, till the night draws to a close,
When the time I get to write, was almost the time I chose
We are stories with the last pages missing, I stole them just for me
Till I found the map you drew to home and yet somehow lost my key.

Day 155: Short Poetries

The idea of writing poetry evolves further when you feel the need to approach people in an indirect way. When the most important things you want to say are not the obvious things and yet you want to convey what you feel. For whatever purpose they are written they are somehow things that translate and cross from the barrier between the imagination into reality. It is a complex process and also simultaneously easy in the minds of those who wish to write. The beauty of short poetry, the length and breadth of whatever it may say is the other half that is unknown and beautiful in it's own ways.

Short Poetries
To those who write in short poetries,
Who dream of a world full of summaries
Who write as though the world brings them surprise
They write music with its own reprise

In facts of the day which fades farewell
They have short stories that they have yet to tell
They are nostalgia of a different day
They are reminders of constant changes your way.

And for those who have much to find
Who have nothing lost or left behind
I hope you find solace in a journey as it unfolds
And my short stories sum up stories untold

To each his/her own short poetry
And a walk back home in quiet retreat
Find meaning in corners of your mind
Writing short poetries, just one at a time.

Day 154:Nóstos(Nostalgia)

The Greek word for nostalgia consists of the primary root (Nóstos) which mean homecoming. As one of my friend goes back to Greece today, I though at least the late posting of today can be about this nostalgia that he gets to experience after 17 years. Though much has probably changed in that time frame, there are reasons why the memories you create now will remind you of remnants of a distant past. In between all the turmoil and the happenings of the day the landscape of our mind find solace in some places that are revisited and is rekindled in a new spirit. We are travelers in our own ways, some like the excitement of getting lost in new places and some in finding familiar roads and pathways that they traversed. I simply hope you get to carry back nostalgia as you wished.

Nóstos(Nostalgia) 
At the start of it all and with the old camera reels
No memory cards could replace your own memories
Some places have but changed in time
And some not even a single bit, they have simply survived

We walk the streets as though nothing has changed
And wish that some things have not been too rearranged
The warm places, the places that you call home
And some are just the ones where you belong.

You are held up in between a traveler's guide
Some streets you roam by intuition on your side
And take notes in travel diaries and photographs
Reminding you of time so changed among the ones you had

Goodbye/αντίο what ever it may be
I hope you carry back nostalgia in between your memories
Too many years may have come and gone
And some things are lost, even among the familiar ones.