Maverick. Moving. Mundane. Reflection. Rumination. Randomness.
I sometimes sit on the fence
and watch my family go about
their daily chores. I see my mother
play with my offspring and siblings.
How I miss the way she’d caress my
neck, and tell me I was
the prettiest furball of all!
I know she cries and misses me,
but I hope she knows I’m right here watching.
GloPoWriMo 2021 / NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 8 – https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-8/
A
Time
Will come
When all will
Make sense and the
Magic will unveil itself whole.
GloPoWriMo 2021 / NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 7 – https://www.napowrimo.net/day-seven-7/
I may seem alone
but the wind has always been
carrying me through.
GloPoWriMo 2021 / NaPowriMo 2021 Day 6 – https://www.napowrimo.net/1942-2/ / https://www.penguin.co.uk/articles/2017/little-women-quotes.html
Of fairytales and wonders, my
world seemed bright but lacked lustre.
I alone understood.
I thought daylight was our savior but
we perished in its brilliance,
Candlelight was more soothing.
I loved and longed for darkness.
There was no respite.
The only choice was
to live in hiding and
end all ties with the outside.
A ray of light can never touch the
person I truly am within.
GloPoWriMo 2021 / NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 5 – https://www.napowrimo.net/ / https://poems.com/poem/pennsylvania/
Another weekend slips by.
The feeling of wanting to do everything
But really just sitting still.
Scrolling through everyone’s perfect lives
While my neighbours do the same
With sleep replaced by neon lights.
GloPoWriMo 2021 / NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 4 – https://www.napowrimo.net/ , https://twitter.com/SpaceLiminalBot/status/1378756182471553034/photo/1
From wooden thoughts and
greased dreams; I now live in a
lavender state of mind.
GloPoWriMo 2021 / NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 3 – https://www.napowrimo.net/
I once had a conversation
about decision and indecision.
What would happen if one chose
not to make a choice? Is it better
to remain oblivious? To be in
constant oscillation? Or finally stop
at a random destination? Chocolate
or vanilla? Love or friendship?
Truth or fiction?
I never really got an answer.
But that in its self was a message,
for me to make my mind.
GloPoWriMo 2021 / NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 2 – https://www.napowrimo.net/
My mind is a world of its own.
A personality and probably, even a soul.
It tells me what’s on the outside.
What I feel, taste, smell and see.
Though I never really know
What is truly within.
Exploding lights, helium dreams,
Silent films and lotus cream.
Sometimes I wonder
If I really even have a mind;
Or if I’m just a toy
Waiting for new batteries.
GloPoWriMo2021 /NaPoWriMo2021 Day 1 – https://www.napowrimo.net/
Dear Me at 17,
I wish I could tell you everything
Went according to plan;
That you’re exactly where
You thought you’d be.
I wish I could tell you
It gets better….
It doesn’t.
You realise what you thought
You wanted, wasn’t it;
That you find love, only
To be heartbroken again.
You lose people, familiar & new;
To death, deceit and conceit.
You lose yourself.
What I can say though
Is you learn to get up;
To shed your fears that
Keep holding you back.
You learn to lean on those
Who value your bond; and you
Venture into the unexpected.
You are where you need to be,
Becoming who you’re meant to.
You are at peace.
The journey only begins from here
But you can now soar and sear.
It will not be easy
But I promise,
It will be worth it.
Moving on,
Me at 27
I had coffee with Death once
He…she….they, told me,
“I wish people would stop
Thinking of me. Of cursing me…
Or worse…romanticising me.
Life wishes the same too.
We both just want to be.
We don’t think of any of you.
Neither cheer nor complain
If our work has gone better or worse.
But YOU! You dare put all your
Burdens and desires on us
And tell us how to do our jobs?!”
Death went cherry red from anger.
He…she…they, gulped the cup of mocha
And furiously munched on a puff pastry.
“Well? Are you just going to sit dumb?”
I looked at Death rather blankly
I was neither interested in him…her…them,
Nor bothered about Life.
They all looked the same,
Just with different names.
I shrugged nonchalantly and
Went back to finishing my blue-pea latte.
Death huffed and got up, leaving cash
On the counter, striding out the café door.
But I knew he…she…they,
Would be back
To croon the same old tune
And finally take me too.
The Moody Marshmallow 