Infatuation...

Who said we were so different,,, so unlike,,, you and me? Who said that we didn’t match, that we didn’t thrive,,, that we didn’t belong,,, that our separated paths weren’t entwined and didn’t cross,,, meet and go along,,,?
Who said that my sniffles of sadness and joy were unlike the tears that touch your hair,,, and crease your forehead,,, stream down your chin,,,, and expire on the gravel underneath your feet,,,, who said that we didn’t the days,,, the hours,,, the seasons in the same detached and isolated way salute and greet,,, who said that my nonchalance to existence couldn’t match up and coincide,,, couldn’t stay head to head and overrun your inflexibility and hardness to life,,, to nature,,, and your obduracy in the human being to trust and confide,,, Who said that i understood or fitted any more than you,,,, who said that i did belong,,,, that i did comprehend,,, that i could differentiate between the fake and the true,,,, who told you that i could laugh any louder,,, or sing any better,,, or smile any brighter,,,, who told you that i had a chance,,, a path,,, a clue,,,,, because i do not understand and will probably never do,,,
How ,,, you see,,, how can people misjudge your purpose,,, condemn and censure your abilities,,,, defying your splendour and serene tranquillity,,,, how can they not see the beauty hidden behind your eyelids,,, beyond the echo of your words,,, and the shadow of your retreating footprints,,, how can they not comprehend or understand my infatuation with your presence,,, my value of your smile,,,, and the significance of your tight embrace around me,,,,
How can individuals implying intelligence, knowledge and aptitude,,, be so scrupulously misguided, so narrow-minded as to not sense the power of your shield,,,, the scent of your armour,,, and the exquisiteness of your enchanting magic,,, how are they able to walk through you not seeing,,, not feeling ,,,, not becoming love addicts,,, how can they not be aware of you wrapping your arms around me like a ghost of warmth,,, full of compassion,,, of understanding,,,, of wisdom,,, of hands able to hide my tears to erase my fears,,, to wipe clean my mistakes,,, my sins,,, my past and present pain,,,, how can they not hear me whispering your name,,,, my voice buried in your chest,,,, how can they overhear my declaration of love for you,,,, for your existence,,, how can they look,,, but not see,,,, how can they declare me insane,,,, tell me then what is the gain of being human,,, of being so shallow,,, of being present with no abilities,,, no power,,, no motives for being or not being,,,, tell me how can one thought consume me day after day,,, hoping,,, wishing,,, praying,,, i was just like you my dearest love,,, a single drop of RAIN,,,

Morning Break

I’m staring out,,, down the road ,,,on the streets we are passing by,,, at the window shops that are still closed down,,, at the curtains that are still drawn shut,,, at everything that is slowly gliding by ,,, I’m staring out lost in the scene of morning routine,,, of uniforms,,, and suits,,, of smiling faces and moodily darkened visages,,, of cars being started and bicycles being locked,,, of parks being opened and Gardens being walked through ,,,,a blend of coffee being brewed and breakfast being served,,, I’m staring at nothing in particular and yet somehow it seems to be the beginning of everything,,, a fresh light,,,, a sleepy smile,,, a novel hope,,, maybe a new chance,,,, perhaps a new start,,,, as if the crack of dawn is bringing along a wind to turn the page,,, to twist the leaf,,, to dry the tears ,,, to hide the fears,,, and conceal the night’s still and silent choking grief,,,
I watch hopeful and eager children running across the road,,, their innocent faces lightened by the shining sun,,, not caring ,,, not concerned by the stressed and hassled commuters running towards the tube,,, missing the last bus and swearing out aloud,,,, I see ,,,I smile ,,, I turn away,,, and I wonder,,, I wonder how come everything has its time and place,,, I marvel at how close a distance we miss out on the things we really want,,,, and how we believe and pursue the wrong directions for years and years,,,, at how long it takes us to stand up and face our apprehensions,,, I look in amazement at how one persons biggest problems can seem absurd, insignificant and nonexistent to the rest of us,,, how come we don’t realize,,, how come we are so overtaken by our own troubles, dilemmas’ and own set scopes and dimensions,,,
I watch appreciating natures cycle without discovering anything new,,, without unleashing anything worth discussing or writing about,,, and yet somehow the world seems smaller,,, somehow the tiny details seem more important more relevant more related to everything and everyone,,, somehow strangers seem closer,,, and friends seem further away,,, somehow reality seems to merge with imagination and dreams,,, somehow and really only somehow ,,, our boring mornings seem worth the routine,,,, and our lives seem worth being not perfect,,,, not faultless and not pristine,,,

Broken Shore,,,

Summer, a flavour of sun, warmth and long awaited breaks was supposed to arrive, and yet the rain hasn’t stopped its daily showers from visiting our parks, our streets,,, our cobs

Leaves meant to be swaying its dark Green colours,,, have been seen taken by the wind, falling to the grounds,,, their shade abandoning its skin and welcoming autumn into their strive,,,

Nights arriving late,,, believed to be the beholder of empty hearts, of loneliness and grief,,, of nonchalance and mischief,,,, are in truth high-priced magical hours framed by understanding , reason and clarity,,, long walks taken during the dark early morning hours along the harbour,,,, thought to be a pitiable and wretched attempt of such a futile and needless act as forgetting,,,, are in truth the guardian and keeper of the little safe kept hours of freedom,, of sanity and candour....

Life ,,, believed to be so unfair,,, so unmerited,,, so complicated and difficult,,, is in reality awfully misjudged and over credited,,,, it is in authenticity only as simple and straightforward as we set for it to be ,,,, as clear cut as we bond and agree to its authority.... human keep looking, wondering,,, asking why,,, how and what for,,,, searching for reasons they will not find,,,, seeking explanations that are not owed to them ,,, refusing to accept the fact that no matter how sad,,, how unjust,,, or how irrational its seems,,, no matter how thick your walls,,,, or high a fence around yourself you build,,,, things will always adjust,,, alter,,,, modify and change,,,,,

Phases of hurt and anger dissolve,,, chapters of happiness and glow melt away,,, friendships meant to last forever ,,, weaken and deteriorate,,, Loves expected to last for eternity,,, break ,,, die and fade astray,,, dreams are shattered , while new ambitions are created and fulfilled,,, people cry ,,, grief in misery and mourn for loved ones, while others laugh ,,, sing and dance to different rhythms’ and melodies,,, people leave,,,, while others enter this world with a scream of joy,,,, or is it sadness and anger too...?

All the while,,, seasons keep changing,,, the earth keeps moving and people keep growing,,, older,,,, wiser ,,,, more cynical and apart,,,, hours,,, days,,,, months ,,,, and years fly by,,,, marked only by secret diaries kept in our hearts,,,, recorded by memories of faces,,, places and adventures imprinted in our minds,,, proven by aging,,, colour fading lost photographs,,,,

And we wonder,,, do we get to do all the things one is supposed to do,,,, do we get to say all the words we know we were meant to say,,,, do we get to be with all the people we thought we would be with,,,, do we take every joyous or sad stricken ride this carousel called life urged us to take,,???

Sadly,,, strangely and unexpectedly amusingly ....no,,,, no,,,,, and no,,,,, for the reason that we discover this world is like a broken shore,,,, sometimes we drown in its high tides,,, sometimes we lose all that we ever wanted in its huge waves and turn around,,, swim back to the land,,,, that may not be designed to contain or fulfil our dreams and yet is simply undemanding and safer to inhabit,,,,, and sometimes,,,, we reach the other side ,,, we reach the land,,, we touch the sand we have always wanted, desired, yearned for and craved,,,, only to discover that it’s been long since forsaken,,, abandoned,,,, cast off and deserted......