It was his cue to go pick the house of the from the “big man” – the empty bottles in the window. The window was on the back of the house where there was a small waste land which no one crossed. It was probably a washroom, he knew where the “big man” hid his drinks from the rest of family.
Every month he went to the house and ask for the empty bottles to be recycled later. The house lady would count and exchange the bottles for 5 bucks each.
Then one day the big man died. There are no bottles in the window now. But double the number are exchanged every month when he crosses the path.
It was another ordinary night. The bright broad moon outside yawned in boredom and eagerly waited to go push the sun out of the bed and take his warm spot instead.
She smiled, thinking of the golden sunsets that she had witnessed in the pool last weekend. The sun sure knew to make grand entry and exits most days.
She was quite lost in her thoughts when she felt the first gust of west winds. She giggled as her best friend joined her , playing with her and nudging the creatures awake and out in open on Earth below.
“Wasn’t expecting you tonight wind” , Moon said , her attention still on the tides trying to reach her.
“Well, it’s been a long winters that I been trapped indoors. Wanted to take a stock of the land before my man steps out”
“Ah! Mr summer is finally ready to roll ?”
“Yeah, hopefully soon though the house be very cold when Mr Winter retires there, You know what ai mean” she giggled and went her way to announce the onset of spring.
Spring is almost here in Canada and as per Greek mythology Zephyruswas the personification of the west wind and the bringer of light spring and early summer breezes.
“You let me be” –
a gift we all seek
in the eyes of lover,
in the hold of his hands,
in his words,in his world.
Where we fit and how,
what we break,what we mould,
it is no one’s business to guess
how we flow into each other.
Where we begin, where we end,
is never a thought when we walk
hand in hand,solid like a wall
for every hurdle,prouder we stand.
“you dream whatever you want”
the rule we made to each other
“will make each dream happen” –
the promise we live by forever.
This poem is inspired by the movie Gully Boy I saw today. The movie is about struggles of a man following his dreams and passion. The poem I wrote is mostly about the relationship of this man with his girlfriend. It totally reminded me of the early years with my partner and how even today most of our decisions are about making each other’s dreams happen.
Sharing one if my favorite song from the movie (could not find one with english captions, but the music is damn good)
It isn’t easy some days
this endless waiting game;
it doesn’t work this way
this routine,I daily fake.
It isn’t always right by me
to carry the torch of love
drowning in my own doubts
who would hold the flame above ?
No longer strong
No longer patient
No longer feeling lucky
No longer content
This may be a phase,
i know tomorrow wont be same;
but whatever it is,right now
I want an out from this game.
I know many times it is a choice to think good , feel better and act like all will be for the best. But today I want a break from this routine positivity. I need and want to let my walls down and let myself feel that today is not one of the good days. And there is no reason to even justify with a reason to feel whatever I am feeling right now. So while my unexplained mood swing passes , you have a wonderful memories from the weekend ! I will catch up with a better verse and news later !
She sets the bed
clean sheets , fluff pillows
nothing too dark ,
none too flowery either;
alone she lies there
night after night,
smiling at his pictures
casually placed all around
yet none of his hands
none of his lips to close
with her own;
no stories told
to the bare walls,
no smell of fresh coffee
ever travels the halls,
the bed is ready she whispers –
to dreams and death,
whichever comes first.
<musings of a healing soul and a warrior of words>