Day 298: 3rd Day of Meaning

Counting days is dreadful and whether they are countdowns to beginnings of wishes or about hopes we keep on retainer. Yet ideas must come from some of the most random places, so as I look at the 3rd day of the year I wrote to simply meaning of the same, of things that remained unchanged. I tell myself if we ever get write in codes, these poems that are givings of our thoughts. But then they are the easy ones to crack, they are open to the world. I wonder if we are looking for such codebreakers and onlookers of meaning.

3rd Day of Meaning
It is just as easy sometimes; to summarize
To sometimes catch yourself in your own surprise
To hold things, some that are close and then let go
To write with meanings of which, you don't know

Some surprises that come in things we repeat
Are among times we let our mind win & yet our heart lead
And the little victories that we get to celebrate
Are left on the pages we write, the folded napkins beside your bed

My 3rd day of meaning, the beginnings of a new year
Are still too recent to understand, and yet I hold them just as dear
I climb places where we sometimes used to go
And write of things in codes but for the whole world to know

Remember me like paintings on walls, in pauses during a day
Like a sunrise and sunset on repeat, but never here to stay
It is easy sometimes to write, and not remember why
Of this more than we know, I write and you help inspire

Day 297: Call me a Stranger

Sometimes our fondest memories are random ones, they are about conversations that were not relevant to anything. They were about things that you might have easily forgotten but somehow stuck behind. Call me a stranger but sometimes the best conversations are with people you know and somehow you can't recollect. Call me a stranger; for now, someone who you talk to and write to and yet whose name you do not know. Someone who finds the best part about a conversation is about finding a common ground to connect. I find myself a stranger and surrounded by a few, but these are the familiar ones I talk to every single day, & yet they are never too new.

Call me a Stranger
Tell me that we are still capable of simple things
We know how to start from scratch, where it all begins
Invite me to just a cup of tea; if that's okay
Let me know you just a little bit more, as you find out my name

Come call me a stranger and yet pick me out of a line
Tell me I am without instructions and sometimes hard to find
You have lost letters in the mailbox, or maybe posted one without an address
So it keeps coming back to you, as my name you try to guess

Call me a stranger, you might have never known before
Just let me be home when you finally knock on the door
I am in the dark while you look for the light switch
Making up stories with a candle light hoping for a glitch

I have forgotten how to walk barefoot or maybe climb a tree
But I have left some clues behind, back to being just "me"
I am familiar to you by now, I intentionally leave things behind
Call me a stranger for now; someone who for now borrows your time

Day 296: Auctioneer of Memories

Would you be surprised if I told you that there are over 428 million results if you look for memories? Everyone likes to begin a new year with a resolve, it doesn't have to be something you declare, it doesn't even have to be declared to yourself. For many of us, these are small things we want to change about our life or situations we face. For a lot of people, this time, is also about transitioning, it is about forgetting something painful or letting go of something that you have held onto for a long time. For me this idea of keeping memories in capsules, time slots always seemed amusing. So I wondered what it would be if we could auction away some of our memories, and my auctioneer would be myself. As we get rid of the few selected pieces and make room for now, would you somehow keep only the happy ones behind, would you let go of something that doesn't fit. I guess this will always be a question for me, if I could would I be the auctioneer of memories. I leave you with your resolves, the ones I hope you get to keep. With inspiration unbound and unmatched and with hopeful nature of making new stories as we go along.  Make a list of things and keep collecting.

Auctioneer of Memories
This is to you where ever you are and where ever you may be
You are keeper of things once lost & auctioneer of my memories
My secrets, my expectations, my hopes that are set free
I wish this year goodbye and yet I keep hoping you are still with me

You are just me placed in a different time
Words that follow my thoughts, just a little behind
I escape disappointment as the calendar changes a page
For now, I only accept that it is time that has aged

My auctioneer of memories, pick them carefully from the lot
These are the very best of me, the only ones I have got
I will make new ones; for now, I will collect time as my year's resolve
I will break them and make them, these puzzles that I solve

I take them one at a time, things I have done & ones I need to do
So I write from a heartfelt place, hoping somehow it reaches out to you
At the end of things or new beginnings, I am overcome by time & its ecstasy
Carry me home with you, my storyteller & auctioneer of my own memories.