The wind felt like a cold blade
But I refused to cover my face
Scents of fresh bread and sweet rolls
And day old perfumes and evenings

Took effort to catch my breath
I wasn't running I wasn't flying
I was swimming and sinking
In my thoughts , in the history of life
A kaleidoscope of memories
Flew by unaffected
Roping me in

Evening felt different

Everything felt different

Memories of each scent
Living in visions of past

You are magnetic
You are more than enough
You are moon and Sun

You can smile when you cry
You can cry when you smile
You can hug the pillow and count the tears
You can place your palm
Against your heart
And listen to your music

You can eat with your eyes
And speak with your mind
You can frown and run backwards
You can scream
You can be
You can learn and teach
You can count the scars and label them
You can drink water and whiskey
You can play with clouds

You can walk barefoot
You can preach to the trees
You can sell the treasure

You
You are more than enough
You can breathe
Longer and savour it everytime
You
You can smile

You can

She said she was jealous
How do the words
How do they fly out of you
She said I was lucky
Your mind is fruity and sour
Your hands are magic
Her eyes followed my words

She said I was lucky
A mind to love
A mind that cocoons the scars
She followed my words
She listened to my silence

And I
I always danced for my audience
A beautiful mind and a kind heart
A scratchy voice and a silent smile
My spectators

Once upon a time
I drew a circle
My eyes glided over it
Slowly  meandering
Ash on ash grey on grey
The circle became a world
There were spoken words
There was whispered poetry
There was broken art
There was passsion

A circle as transparent as
Sparkling illusions

Once upon a time
When I drew a circle
I saw an entire world awakening
To the sounds and lights

Was i too optimistic
Trusting my Falls and Wounds
Seeing  Mornings everywhere
I can see it all
On a golden screen
With hues of red and green

I was too optimistic
Swallowing every bit of agony
Seeing a rainbow through rainy eyes
I was too optimistic

Now I see
It's never what I see
It's never what I felt
It's always what it is
It's always being
It's just being

You burn brighter
You fall higher

It can be ended in a day
It can be crushed in a minute
It can be submerged
If it didn't have a history
If it didn't have a story
If it didnot bewitch me
in charms of promises and poetry
If I was unable to see
The dimensionless pit of
Words and whispers and lullabies
If I could
It could've been ended in a day

I always imagined
My future
My dreams
My Curses and Peace
My Falls and Wings
My tears both warm and cold
My smiles both cold and warm
My eyerolls and shrugs
My warm coffee and cold teas
I always imagined
Scenes of future and past
A river a rabbit and a tree
A carpet of grass and mewling river
An old yellow shrivelled leaf falling
Sun soaking my mind
I always imagined