Day 363: Simply Put

I think choosing a topic sometimes should be as simple as talking with a series of thought processes that bug you just the same way as when you sit down to actually write. Nonetheless it seems that what can be summarized in those brief moments leave a lot that we wished to include. Simply put explores the idea of what can be simply written down sometimes, about muses in life, about inspiration that are restless and somehow hard coded in our psyche and perhaps they are experiments of how we recreate something different every single time we try. These are versions of my very own nostalgia somewhere hoping to meet yours on a long walk somewhere.

Simply Put
Simply put things are rarely as simple as they seem
I am writing from afar and in between the moon beams
The night sky in my thoughts as simply as can be put
The wind footprints on the wet sand left barefoot

Simply put you are my favorite glass of wine
Poured out of an aged bottle held up in time
You are memories held close , nostalgia in a jar
Smiles I think about when I am afar

Simply put you are quiet conversations in my mind
Somewhere around and always easy to find
You are perfect walks in between the restless hours
While I look for time that is mine & yours, we exist in ours

I lose my sense of direction every single time
But simply put you are reasons that I sometimes forget to rhyme
These imperfections in an imperfect world ask for more
Simply put I am summer wind through the open door

Day 362: Let me Fly

Chances are if you have read me early onward by now you know that I like to write when I travel, especially about the travel. Not because I think it is liberating as always but because I think that there is something very special about a traveling heart and soul. Something that finds pause among a crowd of people, one who is listening to stories . These people gazers and the illusioned alike, these concerned ones and the ones aloof from the world, come together and it is in the companionship of a diary that I make these journeys as I write back to you.

Let me Fly
Let me be close to you and yet let me fly
Let me borrow these wings even if I know not why
Dream as though thoughts they form without a pause
Till I found what I am looking for , maybe just the right cause

Let me sail into the wind, the sea, or whatever way I may go
I will draw lines on deserts and beaches the only way I know
While these thoughts in my head like travelers diary today
Will choose to get filled almost written in its own way

I am looking for stories that are quiet for now
They are packed in my mind and in my suitcases somehow
I carry them with me from one end to the next
The traveler writes and his world never rests

Yet those who will come to me, I will ask them "let me fly"
Let me come back just after more time has passed, if only a while
I have roadmaps I don't look at and yet I will not get lost
I am traveler at heart, a storyteller at best, looking for a cause

Day 361: Bitter Sweet

I never had quite a dilemma writing a poem and then struggling for just the right words to include. It is one of those moments when an obvious contrast is not so obvious to your mind. I wonder if I am taking these long pauses for a reason, have I planned them in my head or am I slowly changing thoughts as they form in time as I write. Whatever the reason maybe, I know this one was a tough one where I had to decide the favorable or unfavorable taste that I want to leave with or maybe combine them into something simply bitter-sweet for you.

Bitter Sweet
Come take a walk with me into the unknown
Come dream of things we are yet to make our own
Feel these drops of flavor that stay with you
Telling a story if you choose to find or maybe write one too

What is bitter and what is sweet?
Are they the same to you and me?
Or are they transformed desired freshly plated
They are thoughts that are quiet, they are the unstated

Perhaps candy coated shells that hide
They are prelude to an aftertaste that survives
Yet reminders of things that for a brief moment stay
From sunrise to the end of hours this day

In time I will find, that from which I will learn
Where you could taste writings & thoughts you could discern
While the bitter and sweet will blend into just one
And I will leave you with words, perhaps recipes, only half done