poem

Sitting outside in the sunDoing nothingOther than existing Forgetting who I amBlending into this dayAs it unfolds The warmth of the sunThe comfort of a breezeMelt on my skin The fragrance of spring flowersThe chirping of birdsMelt my face Now, I cannot stop smilingFor no reason except thatI am happy

It’s not something you can planIt arrives at your doorSuddenly, unexpectedly All you can doIs answer the callAnd your adventure begins The day seems to revolve around itYou cannot stop thinking about itThough nobody else can notice it You carry your adventureHidden in your pocketIndulging it when nobody is around You anxiously wait for the

FallingFallingLeaves are falling SilentlyFrom the skyThrough the air So gentlySo beautifullyAnd yet so quietly As if Not to be noticedBy anybody FallingFallingFalling

One late afternoonI decide to go outTo a nearby coffee shop By bike My first bike ride of this yearI grab the key, the pumpAnd a brand-new S.O.S. padTo remove the rust on my bike It was last summerWhen two experienced cyclistsSaw the rust on my bikeAnd told me to use S.O.S. pad I walk

It comesAt firstLike somebody’s imaginationSound of birds’ singing I wonderIf I heard anythingOr perhapsIt was just my imagination Then it’s the sunlightCalling my attentionThe warmth of itEven in the midst of snow The day becomes longerThe snow recedesI find myself squintingUnder the bright sun It is no longer Quiet outsideGarden birds chirpingWild birds calling in

It was a hot summer dayI went to see youThe last time I cameYou were still at homeI wore a pink shirt you bought meYears agoYou didn’t rememberBut when I told youI was wearing a shirtYou gave meYou saidHow grateful you wereThat I always rememberedHer gifts andTook a good care of themThis timeYou were at

You and your problemIn a familiar roomStaring at each otherOnce again Like it or notYou know It very wellIts nature and behaviourIn all quirky details You can seeHow It’s causing you painBut you don’t yet knowThe solution “Hey, you,”You try addressing ItHoping to get some hintAbout where the solution lies You are perfectly awareYou have

I wish it had been simplerGood or badLove or hateThis or that In all these yearsNobody really taught meHow to liveIn the world of and The greatest gift you gave meWas LIFEA doorway for meTo enter this physical world You kept me aliveWhile I learned to eat, walk, and talkYou taught me how to read

Before I knew itNight fellAnd the highway becameA magical stretch of meditation The bus carries me on the roadThrough darknessThrough fast moving lights of carsPassing by stores, houses, and more darkness I gaze out of the windowListening to Adele’s album “30”Holding one apple in my handMy legs put up on the chair This magical momentI

You wanted me to stay in the centreWhere it is safeWhere it has a nameWhere everybody recognized But I was not happy thereI felt lifeless and troubledLike fish lying on a dry groundNot knowing which way to move my body Don’t go thereDon’t go to the peripheryYou saidIt’s dangerous out there Which is betterI asked