New moon,
New dreams,
New places to see.
New visions,
New longings,
New steps to reality.
New omens,
New mistakes,
New signs of change.
New wisdom,
New grounding,
New understanding of the strange.
New hope,
New faith,
New ways to move on.
New beginnings,
New goals,
New paths to a new dawn.
New rituals,
New sunsets,
New loves to fawn.
New games,
New pawns,
New fates to spawn.
It’s a mild winter Sunday,
and, also the start of a new year.
Pondering about a year of relationships
that like a runaway train
went crashing off in unwanted directions,
I wonder if it’s warmth of love or heat of jealousy
that made for such a hot start to the day.
Can either be measured on the scales of profit and loss?
Do they happen because they must?
Like the flower that withered away smiling,
or, the moonlight that disappeared in joy?
I think I know Love well,
so well that sometimes I despise it
with contempt grown out of familiarity.
Like a fool, I’ve shunned all that could be kind,
seeking love without really expecting it.
And, in place of Love,
I’ve ended up feeling like a wounded Dove.
After many an erosion, and contra-indication
only the good memories survived
as an ode to all that had once seemed beautiful and true.
The excess baggage that I couldn’t shake off
got stuck to me like glue.
But, not all failed relationships are that bad
because they’ve finally brought me to you.
I was very young; I forget exactly at what age it was
when I started looking for you.
No memories remain to guide me back to the start.
All I know is that I remain young at heart.
Pondering over what I didn’t get,
I console my heart to let bygones be.
I would never have found you, my newest you
If all of the past hadn’t happened to me.
Just when peace has snuffed out the long-suffering flame,
like a bolt from the blue you crash-landed in my life.
And, like a crazy rhyme looping in my head,
I turn to the Universe, and ask, ‘Why now? Why again?’
Unsure of giving in to another crazy cause
I decide to stop searching, and, pause.
Perhaps, a stray memory will help me return some day,
guiding me to where I belong, somewhere along the way.
The night you arrived,
a volcano erupted.
And, with a bolt from the blue,
lightning struck my heart.
I watched a meteor shower
light up the night sky.
Only towards dawn did I realize
that my gut was uprooted like an elm,
Whose bark was blown in the lightning’s path
while, I was busy watching the thunderstorm explode.
Perhaps, I write this for you
because, in your eyes I had seen my dreams
reflected like the limitless blue sky,
and, watched them grow deeper like the bottomless ocean.
Perhaps, I still remember what was good
because, in those moments
eternity was both real and right,
and, it felt endless enough to last forever.
Perhaps, I no longer love you
as I had loved you before;
but, I still love you,
just not in the same way anymore.
Perhaps, I am finally at peace with you
because, we rushed when we could’ve sauntered,
and, ended up going our separate ways
instead of arriving where we were meant to be.
Perhaps, it was all worth it;
the pain, the questions, and, the sadness
because the memory of the journey
remains as strong as a silk thread, meant to last a lifetime.
The sky seems to be brooding
As I stand all alone, smelling the fresh brew
Wafting from the vending machine at the hotel lobby.
Wondering if the impending rains will quench my thirst,
I realize that beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies.
It’s a waning moon October twilight,
Light is streaming out through the clouds.
Eucalyptus trees swing with a passing wind,
As a flock of crows follow an aeroplane.
Arriving somewhere, missing you everywhere
I find my way from one humid city to another.
And, so continues life in the fast lane.
