Day 330: Unburdened

Someone told me there is a rule of thumb, if you are friends for more than 7 years, you are friends for life. While I know how arbitrary that sounds, I wonder how that is different from everything else that might be arbitrary. Why we value somethings over other when we meet people, why we feel the need to share stories on phones and conversations alike, why we feel that connection we cannot completely understand. In every waking hour once in a while I do know that we are unburdened by these acts, though they may sound selfish from time to time. But then I tell myself this is what friends are for and in time this is what we must all become. For now come unburden my friend, we have nothing to keep behind these door and not much of which we need to pretend.

Unburdened
These are the things I will let go,  atleast a few of them in time
They are my burdens, unburdened in my mind
Conversations at a secret place, we will share much of life
And built sand castles out of hope as time passes us by

These silly things that you say, some that haunts you for a while
While you look for just a hint and a glimpse of a smile
While for a few of those in life, who will come and go,
They will hold on to things, but they may never show.

These are the hours that I need to recollect
Where I know I have grown over and over, even with my regrets
I have been both weak and sometimes unexpectedly strong
I have learned to be just right and sometimes accept what is wrong

You are slowdowns in life I need, but cannot comprehend
You are pauses; I support and truly recommend
For most fond things in life come unannounced some days
While we look for the unattached, and lost strings in dismay

Day 329: Don't Spend Me

Don't spend me all, we are things that rise and fall in each other's life, in time as we make things right or maybe we make more mistakes. Maybe we will rectify the things that need fixing for now, we are scattered brain and maybe we are figuring out how. This one is written with just that thought in time, as I keep moving, I see things I move away from and things I move towards. Maybe I am too attached to things I lay claim, I keep making the same mistakes. You read the prelude in the hope of a clue and I keep trying to not rhyme. It isn't funny anymore till we have grown out of space, while I like for a new white board , somethings even time can't erase. Don't spend me I say, keep me wrapped some days, as I heal hoping never to be the same. I am looking for solace in the places I can still be, just imperfect at best, changing just enough of "me".

Don't Spend Me
Don't spend me all; now, I am not easy to come by
I am in every attempt that you make & every time I try
And the doors and windows are silent witnesses to me
While I try to crack the walls to somehow break free

Don't listen to me, but just try if you can
I am lines you draw and erase on wet and dry sand
Follow through to places, where ever you need to be
You are right where you started, with or without me

Don't keep me too close, like the last bits of things you hold
I am worth something to you, till the point I am sold
I am loose change in your pocket, in the sounds that I make
Writing about right from wrong, about my own mistakes

I am just a phase if you are ready to believe,
Just a moment in your life, getting ready to leave
Paper boats they never travel back home
Spend me just enough, lest maybe I am all gone

Day 328: Lie Here

Sometimes being incomplete has it's own perks. Whether it is the necessary pause that is needed before starting again. Whether it is the push we need to reset and restart, they are helpful in a odd way. Lie here , right here talks of a pause in time and space kept secret from each other. We don't know when we need the break and neither where. So the endless rooting of the night that lies thousands of miles away comes to my mind, and from a warm place I write to a cold winter night. Hoping something, lies still and somethings get by.

Lie Here
Lie here on the cold and icy floor
There are no carpets for now, just an open door
And the cracked windows don't help either way
To capture that warmth that gets away

Lie here huddled & cuddled just a bit
Painting with your breath on the air beneath
I am not cold, just colder inside still
So I write to no one who is listening of his own will

Lie here covered in colors that drapes the wall
Drops that fight with gravity, refusing to take the fall
So I am not reminded of the easy things,
Just tell me where it ends or where it all begins

Let me inside for heaven's sake
Lie with me, stop me from making mistakes
Just read with me what I take time to write
Lie with me, lie here, even if just for a while