Day 216: Best of Both Worlds

Take me as I am, the imperfect bits and pieces of me, the best of both of my worlds, the right and wrong, the good and bad makes us interesting. This concept comes revolving back to the idea of sometimes wanting to cherry pick what we want from things, the idea of finding meaning in chaos is elegant and yet highly elusive. The best of both worlds refers to our world that is composed of these two elements, ones we work upon and improve every single day. The ones we are inspired to change and the few that we are motivated to keep. Our musings are captured by these as we write to the same wonder.

Best of Both Worlds
The best of both worlds that we write about
The good & bad, the right & wrong, turned inside out
We feature some of these every single day
We keep coming back to them in our own little ways

In places where thoughts are brewed in coffee cups
Where words are sparks & smoke that rises up
We have written stories that are fair and true
Revisited by many trapped in both worlds built by you

Words that come remind me of imperfections that I miss
That spelling mistkaes and scribbles at the end of a page
Where we still find thought that have not amiss
Where we have written to things that never even age

The best of both worlds are captured in poetries
In poems that were never chained but in words set free
We bring a little bit from just this much
The imperfect bits & pieces, of which we never lose touch

Day 215: Bottled Days

A friend of mine spoke to me about bottled perfumes today and as I asked about individual scents and smells, I couldn't help and think how difficult it must be to pick something that represents you. Get bits and pieces of you when you are happy and mellow, when you are upset and hopeful about situations and when you are confident and yet keep looking for something to make things just right, just perfect. We all aspire to be that comprehensible sometimes and yet remain free from being captured in a single stroke of a pen and captured in essences that are bottled in days.

Bottled Days
We are kept in perfume bottles some days
Remnants & reminders of some simple ways
Like old stories; kept stored in glass
Like the time itself, trapped in an hourglass

We are bottled hours and moments to no end
Trials and error beginnings of things we no longer pretend
We write because we know of no other way
To capture the many things that seem to slip away.

We are long walks to nowhere, we just know how to begin
We get lost over and over again, back to places where we have been
The little things that add up, give you hope today
Our inspirations and promises that were kept for a rainy day

We are restless winds captured somehow
We were meant to find reasons to be free
So I write to the meanings for now
Some how they are written by both you and me

Day 214: Whisperer

Finding a prelude sometimes, is like hearing a whisper from a faint voice while a noisy room surrounds you. If you listen long and hard enough you will know what to write about and sometimes, all you can get are words which may or may not make sense. Whisper was an idea that came to me as I looked at an album art while listening to music, and though I don't remember the album name I feel the idea of a whisper was still somewhat special.

Whisperer
Whisper my dear passenger
I will take you from place to place
Talk to me my dear whisperer
Till we find new things to chase

I think of us like stories on hold
They are written as time unfolds
Swept away in emotions that play
Things we write & some that we say

Whisper my friend into the wind
Wish again of all the things unseen
Just for today, we will take a chance
Find priorities between our day's romance

Wins & loses between the bets we place
And some moments that time tries to erase
My whisperer, my traveler at end of days
My ride along as summer fades away