Why is it that
this present moment
is never enough
Who you are
Where you are
What you have
is never enough

It’s as if every day
we wake up saying
“If I could just be that,
If I could just go there,
If I could just have this,
then I’ll be happy”

Yet this allows us
to sabotage our ability
to feel content
in the present
To look around
and grovel in the beauty
of progress and growth
that gets us through
each passing day

It’s hard to not let the yearning
for an unknown future
overpower the appreciation
for today
But maybe if I open my eyes
a little wider
and open my mind
a little bigger
every day
I won’t always be waiting
to be happy

i will always be there to clean up the spills on the carpet
from our drunk friends on new year’s eve
and i will always ask before i throw glass bottles in the garbage
i won’t say that your outfit doesn’t match
but i’ll tell you if the tags are sticking out
and if your hair refuses to lie flat
i will always yell at you for going outside
without a coat, and i will always ask you
to slow down when you’re on your third beer
i will always worry about your rickety old car
that you never clean, and i will always worry
when you tell me your stomach kept you up at night.
there is nothing you can do that would make me
stop pulling up the blankets under your chin,
stop telling you not to drive so fast,
stop cheering you on at every opportunity.
i will always be there, ready to fit the stubborn sheet
around the mattress.
i will always be there,
picking up the bottlecaps.

Before I met you
I thought that
poetry was just
a collection of words,
that music was just
a collection of sounds,
that art was just
a collection of
shapes, colours and stokes
that life was just
a series of
years, breaths and steps
Indeed, I see things differently now
Through you, I am reborn

Recalling that time when you left
was a Sunday afternoon in a city
driving along a known boulevard
there was I
from the inside of the car window
looking through
The atmosphere from within was a crowd
to hear my family's arguments
slowly fade like it was some background music
it all shifted
when I thought of you

Five o'clock and everything outside was orange
cars would pass from the opposite road
and a light would strike
imagining it was your eyes sharply looking at mine
Resisting it
never have I thought nor planned
a streak of ignition
in the absence of you

Average traffic ahead
watching over the orange sunset
staring at it with awe as I felt this sudden stimulus
straight to my nerves from my phone
05: 06 - a vibration, a message from you
Started with a hello
typical it wasn't
for it moistened my eyes as I stared at the sun
and pulled me
into a void of nothingness
as I finished reading
it was goodbye

Green light
cars started moving to an extent
seeing my reflection through the window
two tears dropped as the sun was going down
From my right eye was the first
causing it to drop earlier than the other
it had the heavier pain and depth
spreading down my face
From my left eye
the next teardrop came
Those teardrops were us
but who were we
from each one of them

From dark blue to light yellow
the gradient of the sky was visible
a while to finally have thought of you
as the first teardrop who left
and the next was I
as the one who was left behind
Frigid air from the inside
dried my tears hurriedly
to look at every airplane
and make me wonder
if you were there

Recalling that time when you left
was a Sunday afternoon in a city
driving along a known boulevard
there was I
waiting for you to say
goodbye

I want to be the richest person in the world,
Not in terms of money
But in love.
For money can nurture lust,
But love kindles benevolence.
Money can sow seeds of hatred,
But love reaps peace.
Money can build walls,
But love unites distinct.
Money brings solitude,
But love gives company.
Being rich would buy me fake respect,
But elite heart would keep me alive within heart of every individual.