Tag: #discover

A cup of emotions

Early mornings of board exam prep when mum would wake me up at 3 am leaving me with a steaming cup of tea beside.

No matter the stress I would enjoy that cup watching the moon outside my tiny window bit by bit bidding goodbye.

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forward to Hostel days when the mess would serve tea in steel mugs at sharp 5 pm and I would wake my girls from their siesta even the ones who dont drink tea so I could get their extra cup . Together we would hurry along with a parle g packet,

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Cut to now , My tea and I stand beside the window overlooking the horizon where the beach and the cityscape compete for the sky. The mind multi thinking over a hundred things simultaneously, yet when the cup hits my lip all the noises go mute..

One cup of innumerable memories. Tea is definitely an emotion.

SAUDADE

You keep coming back to me..

Like the flu at summers end ;

I thought I had lost the key..

To the door that opens

your memory.

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You keep coming back to me

Like the mold from winters eve ;

I thought I rid my home off it..

But here it lay again

beaming at ease .

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You keep coming back to me

Like pieces of that broken glass.

I could swear I had them cleaned ;

yet , tiny bits poke around..

In hopes of having me bleed.

Sometimes I wish.

Sometimes I wish,

I could read your mind.

Dust the webs of tattered memoirs

left behind.

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Sometimes I wish

I could word, the loud silence

that fills our home at nights.

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Sometimes I wish,

I had know you from decades ago.

So I could see that smile ,

one I have known through pictures of old times.

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Sometimes I wish

You would love me..the way you loved him.

Wholly ,

Imperfectly ,

yet truly.

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Sometimes I wish

we could meet again ;

As strangers ,

over lattes , talking ..

about all that haunts us.

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Sometimes I wish ,

I could stop wishing .

But its the nature of our heart

To never cease hoping

for what if these were one day

to come true.

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©Toothfairy,2019

Dance with me

“Have you found your rhythm yet? ” she was often times asked.

And her reply would always be the same, “I wait for it to find me.”

Somedays within the beats of the ocean waves, the bustling symphony of the city life,
or the silent choir of the mountains,
and on other days within a loved ones laughter.
She waits for that right rhythm to tune her life to;
until then,
she dances to each of them all.

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©Toothfairy,2019

Broken and Beautiful

I stop to admire , hoping to turn away soon ;

But something about that house made me gaze a while more.

Which is when she appears opening the door.

I told her this was a beautiful home

“Beautiful?” She asks, “its damaged though”

“Maybe” I say “but , those broken are beautiful too. “

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Image Credits : @poet_on_a_motorbike

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©Toothfairy,2019

Parallel Worlds

It has intrigued me, the thought of an alternate world with a different reality.. I may not be I..You may not be you.. different bodies different minds..and our mirrored souls

I fancy the idea of …

an alternate universe .

You , another mind ;

Me , another body .

Exploring unheard symphonies

Of Love unfettered .

Two old souls

In parallel worlds

Holding new destinies.

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©Toothfairy,2019

Vivid Evocations

Today I came across a souvenir ,

Wrapped within intense pages

of a Khalil Gibran that

Snuggled between hoards of romantic novels

Which were mine

Once upon a time.

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I must confess I could not trace

The “who/when/where” of it.

But just as I turned the page

There lay your words

Staring at my face.

The loops in your ‘y’

Uncoiling to life

Asking..

“You still remember my name?”

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I should have burnt it ,

Could have , if I tried.

Alas , words from another page

Tapped on my shoulder

Whispering ..

“From suffering have emerged the strongest souls and most powerful characters those seared with scars”

Heaving a sigh

I tuck the book back inside

In company of clichèd utopian books.

That I vowed to never read again.

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©Toothfairy,2019