something to hold on to
in this nefarious world
wit or humor; just one?
yes. wit
oh. the stupidity this rock
incurs
for every tangent thought
the way every soul
whimpers
the bubbling rage
hate
no reason
peculiar cries
unwarranted
all season
no
humor, then
oh. the death
destruction
heh. killing virus
with such
affection
so it works then
dark
it may be
why would anyone then
choose
brains over glee
sometimes it’s difficult
to process loss
people you never see
yet feel so close
as a caterpillar
through the looking glass
a better gruber
been anyone has
hitchhiking the galaxy
marvin at the ‘verse
expressing with those eyes
for all to immerse
metatron would be honored
for he was justified
the boy who lived
had never a better guide
a half blood prince
worth highest praise
after all these years
…always
gloom struck morning
cold. harsh, biting
i’m invisible to you
deep, hollow sorrow
might last even tomorrow
you want it to go
empty street
none to greet
you don’t know what to do
just look up at the sky
dark clouds passing by
do you see me now?
there i am
to make you feel better
behind every cloud
now you see me.
you looked sad before
now you don’t
friends all over the world
successful, significant
working a dream
job, satisfied and justified
the work
that went in
skyping, texting
every year
happy birthday
dear
and on it goes, the wait
365 days more
for another 3 words
i wish i could
talk about the school
parties, month in advance
drop by your homes
just to say hi, and
stay. long.
conspire against teachers
bear the burnt
snickering.
be unabashed
without care or
regret.
be kids one more
time.
Long road, gorgeous twilight
Happy, content. No iota of care
I loved the moments I missed her
I miss the moments I loved her
I remember the first time I realized how difficult it was to keep running all the time. To be scared of being hunted. To fight against all odds and survival only meant delaying the inevitable. It was near a river when I, along with others, thought to set up a tent. Maybe, we could stop fighting among ourselves and find a way to settle down. No more running.
We started growing crops. We knew about fire. So cooking became easy. The river helped. The question then, became of having a civil code to keep settled. To grow. Naturally, passing on the DNA was part of the civility. So, I took a wife. It became a custom for all men. We would tie a thread to make it official. She started raising the kids. I would go out and sow seeds. She would cook. We were happy. The modern family was here to stay!
.
I remember the first time I realized how difficult it was to balance work and relationships. Two headstrong people trying to make it work in the fast paced society. All around us stood the sad reality of dying relationships, failed marriages. We loved each other but were afraid of going through the same problems all were facing. It just wasn’t pragmatic anymore. People married just because their parents did. It was considered to be the right thing to do.
But was it? In a century where every voice matters, why can’t we change the lookout on age old customs that provide no answers? We decided not to marry. We were both capable of living our own lives and loving each other without the need of some age old customs that make it mandatory to do so. It worked. It started becoming a norm. We just moved in to make it official. We started raising the kids. We would go out and work for a living. I would cook. Because she’s terrible at it! We were happy. The modern family was here to stay!
Morning after morning a plan twofold
Salting the body to keep wounds of old
No worth would satisfy, as is foretold
For Revenge is a dish best served cold
I keep waiting for adventures. Someday, something great will happen and I’ll have a great post to write.
It’ll be a perfect day for doing stuff. Everything will align with the stars. I’ll grab that perfect exotic bite.
Jumping off the mountains singing with birds. Crossing great oceans swimming with dolphins.
Living like a nomad with no destination. It’ll all be so glorious, even the stale rice and beans.
But all that fun, all those stories, just that. Stories. Waiting instead of making. Busy, not free.
The least I could do is get out for a day. Forget the troubles, embrace the world, or just climb a tree.
Is anger a friend? Every so often I find myself getting extremely angry about something or the other. It makes me want to say some things, do some things. It feels like an obsession, possessed and singular.
Something someone said is offensive. I can’t tolerate what someone stands for. A myriad of things, really. Is it my ego? It might be my ego. I think it’s my ego!
How can people be so stupid not to see what I can see right in front of me? Oh, I see red. How can people be so smart to see what I can’t see right in front of me? Red, again!
It’s a constant battle, this feeling. I lash out. I say something awful. I overreact. And then I feel like shit. What a brat. Couldn’t remain calm for a minute. Now, everyone is laughing at me for being a jerk. And I feel it too.
After it’s all done I feel a strange calm. The realization that I need to keep the bubbling feeling of rage in check hits me and I feel strangely at peace. In some ways then, anger helps. Shouldn’t it be considered as a friend?
