Day 327: With You

The idea for this one was from group chats and collectives alike, It is about decision making when it is set free without any instructions. In the chaos with you my friend the bitter and better things of life become clearer to me. As kids we seem to trail these tails of kites that have been set loose and we are getting the ground running. For now I hear the knocks and footsteps on my phone, these little escapes on a 5 inch screen that locks and unlocks, that changes and keeps adding on. With you these things that are easy from time to time, they are as simple as writing poetry, sometimes with or without a rhyme

With You
With you I have stayed through the night wide awake
Sleep by the side of the day, thinking of thoughts I cannot shake
As bit by bit, you were carried onto fiction as you fade
Warm charcoal sketches on the sides of canvases, one I cannot erase

Without the end of this varied hours, the chances are we don't count
Lost in just the simplicity of planning for infinity, not knowing how
Why buy tickets to shows, we may never ever get to see
Why count the days, this Thursday, Friday or whatever they may be

My dear friends, my WhatsApp groups, my after hour pings
For you I will sometimes write and in the quiet nights I will sing
I will correct the things that you feel are wrong, they are parts of me
They are best attempts of myself with me & some thoughts set free

With you this too will change, whether they will be about yesterday
Whether we have climbed together these walls we left behind someways
Choose only this much for now, the rest of things will fall into place
While with you, we will run like kids, these trails of dreams we will chase

Day 326: Tell Me

Sometimes the easiest thing to do , if you have the time, the money and the inclination is to stare at a big board of destinations and fly out. I know this sounds like a plot from a movie but once in a while this notion of thinking something afterwards seems far too interesting to pass by. Whether it is after I reach that I tell you where I went. Tell me that the important things, whatever they are will still be in these moments of whimsy, tell me you will look at clues I leave behind, maybe you will find me. Sometimes the only reason to take these trips are to build your own maps, to and from places as we enter and exit familiarity, and find a little quiet time for a piece of our mind. For now tell me just what is needed as it changes in the blink of an eye.

Tell Me
Tell me I will find what is needed
That no matter what, it won't seem conceded
The hand that raises and lays you somewhere down
Tell me I will be hungry for more things to be found

I have packed up and moved away, changed my address
So that your maps keeps rerouting but can no longer redirect
The new places, where I have yet to settle down for now
Don't exist in the maps you own, I keep them secret somehow

Tell me that you have known me, even if just for a while
That I have left with a sweet aftertaste and maybe even a smile
To those who have knocked at some of these closed door
In places where I would find you or where you would look for me before

Tell me I will find writing in places that are uninspired
That you won't complain and that you will never be too tired
I will pack my bags and leave in the wee hours of the day
Tell me you will wish for more, hoping some things had stayed

Day 325: Patchwork Life

I have not written in quite a few days as I have been travelling non stop. Though I know not whom I must apologize about it but I feel nonetheless that I should. There are times during my travels I get a chance no matter how rare to meet up with lost friends and people who define you in someway. I think of these meetings as pieces of a giant patchwork we keep creating. Whether they are about meeting up for a cup of coffee, as time stands still and someone queues in the music, everything else just feels like a tape on rewind. We get to live these memories some bits that you remember and some that I do, and together these stories we stitch. Patchwork Life is that story telling I experience and experienced in the past and even today as I find these pieces among lost time, thank you for that.

Patchwork Life
Think of loud things these tones that don't fade away
Voices in your head that are here to stay
And as we paint the sky red and the night blue
Just be yourself, whatever that means to you

The patchwork me and patchwork you we create
We come together in moments that memories can't satiate
The bookends of these chapters that on napkins we write
How we have managed to come far, in time our feelings survived

These glasses we pour some nights, as the hours take a bow
I answer to no one, and no one seems to question me for now
We will define that which we get to keep & that which we write
We am patchworks etched onto a part of this night

Come decide who you want to be, much has yet to be defined
The stories are far from being complete, if you keep hitting rewind
The bits and pieces of things we write, I know they are imperfect
Let the glue dry on the patchwork we make, in time it will set