Rhythm & Rainbows

It Is Almost December

It is almost December: I flipped to the back of my planner In search of my resolution list Only to find in its placeA picture of a girl I smiled and sighed, ‘Resolution 2021, met.’ It is only December.

A Toast to You: You were a big grey catWith a powerful tail (/tale); You had a look of innocence (I called it a blur look) (And rightly so!) You were a Scottish Fold; I didn’t think the last I saw you Would be the last I saw you;(What was I thinking anyway)I’ll always remember you (and/in)The way your owner used to call you (I guess this is goodbye.)

This triggers something Very deep and very personal in meIt frankly rings all of my alarm bells: For this, I cannot be friends with you.

Only The Best of Marcus Antonius

Worlds and wars are won on such things: Yes, worlds and wars are lost on such things. “Friends, Romans, countrymen…” I am no Mark Antony: How can I convince the world If I cannot convince you? (Do I really care about convincing the world?)

I’m sorry I ever made you feel this way – I made the decision to let you go;But now I can only wish You made the decision to let go earlier; Does the story really end here?(The real question is, should it?)

A Theory For You?

Theories are sometimes nothing more than complex excuses we give to things we do not understand. Put it another way, sometimes theories are invented to explain away things we do not want to understand.

Tennis and Football (and Ping Pong)

(Deciding between a tennis analogy and a football analogy.) You ask me to hit a ball to your backhand I ask you to hit a ball to my forehand; You ask me to play a ball to your defenders I ask you to play a ball to my strikers; What happens when a point is won?What happens when a goal is scored? What happens when the match is won? (Who do you think won it?) Ping pong diplomacy is one thing…

Thanks Be To Today

The ghosts that haunt yesterday (may be) The angels that bless tomorrow(thanks be to today)

Do you ever just sit there and think of how the narrative Slowly unravels into a broken shattered record? Does the needle circle the record Or did the phonograph make a mistake? When does a storyteller stop telling the story? Who gets to decide when the story ends? Should the storyteller continue penning his tale until the very end? Should the storyteller end the tale on a cliffhanger? Or…

A Tail of Tale

Tales we like to believe ourselvesOftentimes we spin them to others; When it comes to a change of mind Sometimes there is no going back; There is a tail to every tale.

That was intense – I saw each and everyone of your facesLike it was only yesterday In a far away land (not here); That was (more) intense – I saw you as you were Like all those years ago Within touching distance (not there); We smiled We hugged We held hands We hung out It was strange – we didn’t even like each other(I secretly loved all of you.)

The world feels Like a different place Does it feel That way to you too? I can hardly say moreWithout letting on more; All things are from ourselves:Tell me why and tell me how. Now.

The difference between Endless and never-ending Is that One is a state and the other is A process; Endless cannot end, Never-ending, can end.

What were you trying to tell me?What are you trying to tell me? Was it a choice or a chance? Was there ever a choice? Was there ever a chance? Is it a question of why or how? Or is it a question of what? Or when? Questions. (Can the answer be found in them?)

My heart broke into a million pieces when I realised all I ever saw were your flaws.

每天爱你多一些 hits differently