What decides how much space people take up:
Why is it that one feels entitled to so much space
While the other doesn’t quite want to be noticed,
Why this disparity –
Why do we impose, or not want to?
Is it out of regard for the other person
Or a more self serving capacity
Why is it that we shovel and grove,
And spite to get hold of the other.
A cozy vibe,
An inviting ambiance,
Sets the course
For one and many moves –
Of affection and endearment
One takes the lead, the other follows,
So to speak,
Tenderness in the air
A streak of madness in the veins.
The tone is set
And the vibe is checked
The plan is in motion;
swaying to the everyday sounds
grooving to the everglow beats.
We were both young and old,
Both at the same time.
A distant sense of a connection unknown,
Found its way,
Amid fleeting times
The world, an oasis out there
Both in the literal and in the metaphorical sense,
Starts ringing through,
As we brace ourselves
And head towards the union,
Of past and present lives
Connected and intertwined as one.
The drums start beating,
And the trinkets start humming,
As we bear testimony
To a hundred fleeting glances.
The poets and the sages,
The young and the old,
The dreamers and the doers,
They’re all present, –
Willing to give it all,
Hoping to get some in return.
As the seas rise, and the skies open
A massive undertaking,
Of exponential order
Gets set in place
For the eons to continue.
A night in a starry restaurant,
A penchant for the dreams.
A balance of the delicate and the fragile,
Moonshine in abundant gleams.
While the red roses bloom,
For not one,
But all –
A merriment of nostalgia,
Gets interwoven,
Into the intricate workings
Of the lively being.
To burst the bubble,
To tickle the fancies
One must ever be a fool
To conquer the far reaching entities.
As time flies by,
With you and I,
And the world to witness
Not one foresees,
In the making,
The behemoth of memories,
And the clairvoyance of many more.
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.
Dear Pondy,
I grew up with you. You held valuable treasures that I still unearth, to this day. Your many sights, your numerous tastes, and your inclusive vibe drew me towards you, like no one else did.
Chérie, I’m coming home.
A Sight into My Psyche 