Continuum

His oversized t-shirt to sleep in.
The sister's pyjamas to binge in.
Amma's blanket to snuggle in.
Appa's flip flops to walk in.

A used pencil.
A fountain pen.
A library book unreturned.
The same familiar turn.
The same roads, the same bar.
The same face, the same scar.

Half written postcards,
Paintings that almost talk.
Walls that tell a story,
Lights that bring back memories.

As the sun settles,
Promising a new day,
Don't we secretly make a wish,
"May nothing change?"

Confessions of A Decoratively Challenged

Been at home full time for about 4 months now.

Ordering galore from all that's available.

Dusting, sweeping, doing the dishes.

Trying to slip in a hobby or two.

There have been changes.

Moving around furniture.

Rearranging the cupboards. 

Reordering the fridge.

Making space for quarantining grocery.

I noticed a thing.

I have cushion covers that have nothing in common with the curtains.

They have nothing in common with each other either for that matter.

The bedsheet and pillow cover are never from the same set.

Wine glasses have no pair.

Cups have no saucers.

Spoons don't match.

Forks are in all different sizes.

I have tried to move things from display to drawers, mostly to escape from dusting them.

I am ok with a clean messy home, mostly because it's not a hotel room.

And then I noticed this.

I would rather people had a good time laughing  than having to look at collectibles.

I would rather they break into a dance than be careful about what they might fall onto.

I would rather they spill without worrying how expensive the linen is.

I would laugh at a tipsy human break a glass than stress out about an incomplete set.

I would rather people eat in peace, than be nervous about cutlery.

I would like cake in all rooms on birthdays than a sophisticated dinner.

Any decibel level is ok.

Any mood is ok.

Entertain or Annoy.

Laugh or Cry.

You might have to sit on the floor,

It's clean.

But it'll be fun,

You'll see.

Plan and Crumble

Fancy Planners. Colorful Pens. 

Crisp Handwriting. Clear Lines.

Margins. Headings. Neat And Tidy.

A Routine. A Month Of Chores.

All This & Show Uncertainty the Door! 

You write down the next 2 months of your life on paper.

Food, Work, Exercise, Even Hobby.

The number of times you will drink green tea is already in the book.

You already know what you will have for lunch next Saturday.

You already know how many glasses of water you are going to have today.

You already know how many onions you need until your next grocery run.

The number of steps you will take, 

The number of calls you will make,

Your work hours, your me time.

Everything is in the book.

Then what?

What do you do when you are out of onions because one of them went bad?

When you are overloaded with work that you have no time to exercise?

When you did not read the 10 pages you were supposed to read today?

When you took only 9999 steps?

When an old friend called your after 10 years?

Crumble?

Outline your goals. 

But colour them everyday.

Listen to your mind, body and soul.

Let the colours go out of the margins.

Let them make a mess.

Let creativity and unpredictability in.

Make way, for experiences.

You are a life, not a project.

Agree or Counter? 

A Decade Minus One

A place where I never tried to fit in.
No matter how mismatched it was, the piece locked right in.
Locked right in and became a part of my story.

A place where I took a left,
No matter how not right it was, the path was beautiful.
Beautifully lined with trees, flowers and tiny raindrops carving my way out.

Ate like there was no tomorrow,
everywhere, everything.
crossed rivers, climbed hills,
long drives to nowhere, cheap thrills.
Danced on the tables of monkey bar,
Did the YMCA at hard rock,
Never missed Karaoke Thursdays,
the best parties were on workdays.
Driven out of pubs,
The uncertainty bringing joy.
Even stole a big guy's mc meal toy.

A place where i was taken seriously in pyjamas,
A place where i stumbled, fell, bruised myself.
Fell a million times and picked myself up.
A place where i danced, sang, colored,
sometimes to forgive, sometimes to forget.
Fast cars, music and shots,
magical evenings that just passed.
Giggles, Laughs, Tears in the Eyes,
Never even hid jealousy or fear tides.
Bawled like a baby,
Laughed like a toddler,
Threw tantrums like a teenager,
Been quiet like an adult.
Made promises, broke some,
made bonds, broke some,
loved, hated, been crazy.
sometimes there, sometimes just short,
there's a smile on my face, that says it all.