Permanent

I look at a stone and I think of you
I hear a song and I can hear you humming along
I eat a spoonful and I imagine you dipping into my plate
I see a puppy and I know how you would melt
I feel the rain and I see you dancing in it
I sigh at the mountain and I feel your awe

Sometimes I forget
You are just a memory
But then again
Memories are a fine thing
Because you are in them
Whole, beautiful and alive
And most importantly,
Forever.

#memories

The fool's folly

There are days like today when words seem to come from someplace else.

He reads and worries that the words are from a well that is deep and damaged.

Untrue and unfounded

Baseless

I argue

Because these words are not mine

They don’t belong to me

I am but a tool

The fool is someone else.

And a fool’s folly

Is in waiting for the inevitable to happen

And

To hope against hope

For a way to stop it

Because the fool’s heart

Believes in miracles

And sometimes

A fool’s prayers

Can turn the world upside down

And the tool’s destiny

Is to watch the inevitable destruction

And write words, deep and damaged

Stranger in the mirror

What are your colours today?

Orange, yellow and red I said

She laughed and laughed

And called me a liar

And pointed to the grey, blue and black

No, I insisted

No

The all knowing stranger in my mirror,

She laughed again

At my denial, distress and dismay

Grey grey grey and black

She repeated

Under the farce

Over the lie

Is your colour true

And that, is black so dark

It is blue.

Be still my beating heart

The vagaries of the heart
Is never clearer
Than when you sit and stew
And brood and vent
For hours and days and months
But forgive and forget
And dive right back in the deep end
Because the phone rang.

Hooked

Like an incomplete painting
She has got a piece missing
And like the incompetent amateur
I fail to see what it is

Is her nose a little wayward?

Her pose, awkward?
Is it the clothes she wears?
Or the way she stares?

I miss the eye
The key to see
The flaw may be in her
Or maybe, it is in me.

I try to ignore her
And sometimes, to out-stare
She wins, she draws, she pulls
Always and eternally, my incomplete muse.