Green everywhere,
At the sight of verdant bliss
Oh, my heart yearns
For the fancy of forgotten memories.
The breeze beckons
And the hills call out
The sight of verdant bliss
Makes my heart yearn so.
The fancies of modern life
Forgotten, yet real
Pave the way
For the bliss of the moments to come.
While the necessary evils,
And the unburdened desires
They make themselves felt
As if they never left.
It’s like a dream, an aura
Jelly and diamonds,
The smell of a burger
Angels abound, and so do the stars
They wait, and they keep waiting
But the music is broken into silence
And in it, exists I.
Where else would you be,
Where else would you stay
If not for right here, right now…
That’s the power of subtext; of context
Of bittersweet memories
Of tendersweet emotion
That’s where the people reside
That’s where the bodies collide
That’s where it gets real
That’s where it aches, that’s where it glows
That’s where it all comes together;
For you and for everyone else to see.
That’s where it ties into a singular unanimous
That’s where the gaps are filled and the heart is secure
That’s where it feels like a taste of the familiar
A ride on a home road
That’s where it all comes together
That’s when the magic of context happens.
Some cold brew and some Kafka,
Like a koala and a panda
They make for intelligent pastime
But also for some non-sensical delight.
As the masses prepare
The New World awaits,
With new smells and new sights.
A world borne of passion and desire
Bearing newfound fruits –
Fruits of labour and fruits of patience,
Of newfound gratitude,
And toil and bells
Of human perseverance.
Let’s seek to discover this New World
When it presents itself
In all its facets and devices,
In its burning glory,
In everglowing desire;
let’s seek to discover the New World
With cleansed auras.
The moon,
My favourite part of it might have to be how it shines
Not on its own,
Nevertheless bearing light.
Coffee meets ginger,
Like magnolias in the sky
An interchange of fluid,
A taste of the wild.
A peep into the senses,
A peep into the style,
Coffee meets ginger,
Like whistles blown on a freeway.
Coffee meets ginger
The beasts have arisen!
The night beckons the lovers
And the lovers listen,
And think and wonder
At the amazement,
At the wonders.
Food on my mind, I eat you
You on my mind, I salivate
Food plus you, the aroma calls
Calls becoming pulls
Pulls becoming you
You on my mind, food on my palette
Healing aromatherapy
You bring out the best—
Aroma transitions to touch
Touch transitions to feel
A feeling so real hits me,
Like chilli hits the tongue,
Like chocolate hits the soul
And frozen in my mind, my senses yearn and indulge
In you
In beautiful food.
A happy glow emanates
Through the glass beneath the window
A lot o’ light goes in and goes out
The carpet on the floor
Paints a multicoloured hue
The room, fresh from the painted music
Basks in the afterglow.
A sweet scent of the ocean –
brought in, vapourized.
the randomness of the items compliments
the cheeriness of the quirks.
A fanciful mish-mash
Of memories collected,
Bidding goodbye has never been easy.
But the spirit, it yearns –
And my heart gives in
To all the multicoloured hues.
A Sight into My Psyche 