Day 274: Two Sides

"Two sides" explores the idea of contrasts we find in life, ones that are obvious and important somehow and add meaning. It looks at the notion that we often find ourselves at edges or extremes and are tempted to compare our situation to the opposite. It looks at relationships whatever be their nature and need, it looks at the incomplete nature of things that make them unique in their own way. Looking at these subtle realities are reminders of a place less familiar sometimes and yet they are warm when you need them to be. The extreme nature of things often pushes us to believe that we share either of the bookends, that from where we are we get to define the opposite. I chose to write this to look at a subtle interlude between the two points and in the hope to capture both these sides.

Two Sides
Two sides of an endless ocean, we never meet
We never exchange letters or words or even greet
You rise as I fall as waves & tides on the other side
Yet somehow you manage to cradle me to sleep

These slow waves they keep coming again & again
The are things we write about from places of pleasure & pain
Two end of a camera reel, negatives & postives at best
We develop from nothing into a moment captured in rest

Two ends of a tall mountain range and peak
You are the top and I am the foothill that you seek
You stare at me when you find your own quiet
While I look up to you surrounded as clouds fly by

Two pages of the book, one beginning and other the end
One undisclosed and the other is the first thing you read
So I curiously stare sometimes, and take a peek
For we are all but bound to look for all of the things we seek

Two points of the day somewhere stuck in time
Like the morning and evening golden hour in perfect rhyme
Painted pictures among colors that no longer fight
You lay yourself to bed as I find the perfect sunrise. 

Day 273: To be Fine

I keep wondering what it means to be fine. Is it a real state of being, is the same as being happy or simply in the previous state of mind that whatever you are in right now. For some reason I cannot keep thinking back of the example of states of a computer that are stored and recovered in case of a failure and all you need to do is go back to the last state. I wonder if we are expecting something similar in our case albeit a little more complicate and a little more permanent. So when I hear myself or others dispense this advice or get it myself I keep going back to this thought. What is it to be fine? and how do we know what the last time we were fine felt like? I write for those who have been for both the giving and the receiving end of this, because we share this constant dilemma of coming back to something that is a state of mind. I am writing, I am fine

To be Fine
I wonder if we are all looking for some evidence
Without me and without you, I wonder if we pretend
Do we carry a smile, are we all too rational sometimes?
Or simply promise ourselves that we are all going to be fine

But then we pull these thoughts out of thin air
Leave behind a feeling long after we are no longer there
Climb into minds as we write fiction with facts
Try to be the best of ourselves, no matter where we are at

I follow through some of the promises that I make
When no one is pointing them out as I make my own mistakes
I know not how, when or why; this story unfolds
I have been asked to keep writing, I will find an ending
                                                              So I have been told

I am bookmarked beginning and endings for a few
I am a familiar face among all of the ones who I knew
This state of being something and someone, in the back of my mind
Lets me write, as I keep looking for whatever it is, to be fine.

Day 272: Undecided, Incomplete

I have often written to the idea of being unplanned, this notion of not knowing how things would go because there is no process that guides your choices or the outcomes that follow. In the midst of it all I was hoping to find something that was simple and yet somehow as a writing felt incomplete to me. Since I couldn't decide on a topic, the idea was simple to write about this undecided and incomplete nature of things. The "me" and "you" in the poem depends on the reader and while some may interpret it as a conversation between the friends and lovers we don't get to keep. Some may think of them as chanced conversations between people that they never get to have again, such is the nature of the writing today.

Undecided, Incomplete
Whether you are a part of my world, you lay undecided
While I look for hints and clues in the moments that resided
About life as it may come, about choices I have to make
Things I fail at and yet keep trying again & again

Whether you are the November afternoon too bright for winter day
Or are you art works that for now just hasn't been appraised?
In plain sight, lies a sincere writing written in a closed room
While you question why I write again and again, I question "for whom?"

You are undecided somehow and I am incomplete for now
We are fighting against time and with parts of ourselves we don't show
We are creating our perfect selves, painted in colors I knew
Written in these simple words and yet meaningful only to a few

Whether you are imperfect, whether I am far from being complete
I do not know quite yet, so I write everyday hoping someone pays heed
For now the world looks for many versions, of both you & me
They are hoping to find the middle ground between the undecided & incomplete