Sky dons her ebon fleece,
So silent are the streets,
Town’s quiet but I
Can't sleep at all

I hurt the most come eve,
Jealous thoughts and scary dreams,
Why can't I just turn
My mind off?

But like snow in Summer heat
It just doesn't happen,
It just doesn't happen.
I wish we would never meet
But here you are again,
Here you are again.

I've not her gilded wings,
I've not his beauty,
Why do I lie and say I’m not
Another one of envy’s victims?

I tell myself sweet things,
But I still focus on this pain,
And I, I wish that I could shake you
From my thoughts

But like snow in Summer’s heat,
It just won't happen,
It just won't happen
I wish we would never meet
But here we are again,
Here we are again

No more is sky's ebon fleece,
Cold dawn in Autumn streets,
Another night where I
Didn't sleep at all

small delights
tiny steps

little efforts
full acceptance

a song
a silence

a day
a night

a breath
a sleep.

There’s a farmers market near campus.
A young couple has a pizza oven on a trailer.
They make a breakfast pizza - bacon, mozzarella
some egg and green peppers. It’s SO crispy and delicious.
ALL I had to do this morning was say “breakfast pizza!”
and six of us were ready to head out fifteen minutes later.

Let’s wax poetic, shall we?

There are some young ladies who live in a dorm
sometimes it seems like they only have studies
but once and a while on a Saturday or Sunday
if we have our druthers, we get out, in swarm
and find ourselves some pizza-like brekkie.
.
.
Songs for this:
PIZZA by Oohyo
Le Breakfast Club de Paris by Gabrielle Chiararo

I thought our love was an endless journey – But no one told me it’s a map etched in pain.

I traced our love like a river – But always flowing away from me.

You were my Himalayas – Breathtakingly beautiful but out of my reach.

When I wandered through deserts of loneliness, you offered yourself as an oasis

You are a brief pause in the storm.

You are a mirage I believed in.

But when you left me.....

I collapsed like a glacier.

Quietly, slowly.

Nothing of me left.

But your reflections in melting waters still echoes.

I studied the geography of us

The fault lines.

The elevation.

The distance.

I cried....

Not because you left me

But because I finally understood,

Some places are never meant to meet,

Some loves are parallel lines,

Always close,but never touching.

Now, the only thing that helps me survive is your memory

But even that feels like a mountain I carry while walking on sinking sand.

Where is the side of me that faked tears but never a smile?
Where is the side of me that lied about having a fever instead of hiding it?
Where is the side of me that poured out every problem instead of carrying them alone?
Where is the side of me that blamed home food instead of craving it?
Where is the side of me that spoke without fear instead of swallowing my words?
Where is the side of me that fought instead of walking away in silence?
Where is the side of me that ran into crowds instead of seeking solitude?
Where is the side of me that answered endless questions instead of questioning my own existence?
Where is the side of me that cried over the smallest things instead of smiling through the pain?


Somewhere along the way, I lost that childhood.
Somewhere, I let its innocence slip through my fingers.
Somewhere, I turned my dreams to ashes and let the Ganga carry them away.
Somewhere, I buried my laughter beneath the weight of expectations.
Somewhere, carefree days turned into sleepless nights.
Somewhere, age and responsibility silenced the child within.
A carefree childhood faded,and a responsible adulthood took its place.
Yet, in the quiet corners of my heart ,that child still knocks, still whispers, still waits...

Hoping, one day, I will open the door again.

But how can I tell that the door will never open again?
How can I tell that the path has closed
forever?
How can I tell that it all came to an end long ago?