When i lean on the couch, holding coffee in hand,
I think about the park chairs, my best companions.
about the forgotten smells of people,
about the forgotten smiles, about the forgotten warmth.
I don’t want them to fade away
like the tint of flowers in between the pages,
I want them to stay fresh, I want to feel them every moment,
I want to feel the warmth when I hold my own hands together,
I want to remember the smells and give names to them,
I want to measure the length of their smiles and compare it with mine,
And sometimes, I want to be the reason of their smile,
I want to capture those
candid moments in my eyes and save them for ever in my retina.
I tell this to maa, because I can’t keep the crazy thoughts in me,
she adds to her part,
‘life a road, you not just have two as Robert Frost said,
but many, may be infinite,
you don’t travel in all of them,
but you unknowingly leave footprints in every road you take,
And in every road of others,
Sometimes your presence is celebrated,
Sometimes your absence makes no difference,
Sometimes the memories shared with you are cherished,
Sometimes you are forgotten, with ease.
Sometimes you regret for the road you have taken,
Sometimes you feel proud for who you are,
Sometimes you are happy for all that you have left behind,
Sometimes you are excessively gratified for all the endeavors,
Sometimes you are filled with nothing but grief and guilt.
all you have remember through the entire journey is to live
as our life is a story in which we travel and crossfire with the rest of the universe.
As I listen to my maa’s stories and endless philosophies,
And I sip my last drip of coffee, I feel how metaphorical life is,
to much and how many it is silently compared to
our life is a poem, we are poets, accidental poets.
Hope you are doing good. I think I’m back from an unexpected break. Have a great weekend ❤️