bilateral relations in the wake of isolation

there

distant fireflies

twinkling

ever so intermittently

indicative.

light bugs

taking birth

as soon as

the first drops

of this rain

- awaited -

contact.

temporarily

unearthly

a union with

wisps of dark clouds

orange

- awaited -

a yellow

filters through

silhouettes of curtains

when so much

around

is in transit

this wind

the smell of it

remains

a lingering

and fervent hope

for sanity.

restore.

It's April

But that is no reason to write a post.

I'm just too sick of reading pseudo-patriotic cricket posts by everyone. And tired of trying to understand.

So I came back to what makes me most happy.

Me.

*big smiley*

It's high time this blog had a "Me" tag.

And I just realized it's raining.

It delighted me.

Delighted me to the point where I threw open my glass walls to the rain outside. The patter. The fragrance. Open to the romance of it.

That's when I made the call.

just go with the seasons

She viewed the world

through camera lens.

The beautiful

froze in her mind

indelible

unmoving.

He was at once

more pragmatic

more romantic.

Absolute.

But his eyes didn't move

to the things she looked at

things that enchanted

her

for his eyes were too transfixed on

the way her eyes moved

the way her hair came

on her face

slightly.

At once.

Don't listen to Santa too much!

So we sit talking of the Lotus Sutra.

Ain't a beginning.

Or an end to it.

The preface to nothing. The beginning of a big hollowness.

I want to put my finger on it nevertheless.

We take the beating to live through everyday.

And each day - we wait for the big thing to happen.

To arrive.

We wait our entire lives for nothing to happen.

When does it arrive?

When does it really happen? It's all a preparation for..?

But then again. It'd be a big cliche to say that the present is all we have to live for.

We have much more. We have nothing.

On the same continuum of thinking in terms of illusions.

I stopped making sense.

Long ago.

Flipside

There's a reason why

all the love songs

on my playlist

are lying ignored and dusty.

They feel

I don't love them.

Anymore.

god knows I want to break free

It just so happens

love of my life,

the roads I travel

and imagery

and phrases

I come across

greens and wild blues

inherently

become a part of me.

Increasing my love

for me.

Love of my life.

but life still goes on

fabuloso?

Human beings are strange.

Outright weird.

I certainly am.

Or so I'd like to believe.

I have a hundred synonyms for complicated. Just one antonym - simple.

Keep it simple. I don't know how many times I've heard that one.

The reason I keep returning to them. The reason I keep returning to this blog. The reason I miss myself. Just as if I can't return to the one thing that used to give any solace to me.

I regret throwing away the "I heart me" t-shirt now.

Not on loop

This love's all you and I got
to love and be loved
on end absolute
in the other, quite another.

...

This life's all you and I got
our time is short
who knows what the next corner
you turn, bring?

...

This is about lilies and ink
echoing your colours
happily, unhappily
even so.