11:11.

Other than work, errands and superficial brief interactions, I’ve been spending time alone. After all it’s not a bad thing to be lost in a familiar territory; my world. Few can tell if I’m socially and/or emotionally isolating myself, it’s voluntarily. Time, waiting or forgetting, I think I’m quite done with that. Perhaps I just need more solitude than others. Perhaps I’m already tired.

Am I functioning? Yes, I conceal that very well.

Stoned walls enclosed spaces,
Crossing boundaries blurring edges.
Barbed wires dirty mire,
Come what may set it on fire.

Make a wish they said,
I did, I’d hoped you’d stayed.

Pink Dot.

Hold on to your heart,
If only there is light.
Everything that seems lovely,
Is but a dreamy kind delight.

If I could keep your heart for a day,
A fire on the hearth I would lay.
If I could walk miles with you,
Across the glorious blue on a rainbow hue.

Grasping cold your beauty unfolds,
On a winter’s night your whispers ride.
Vivaldi’s four seasons softly plays,
Into melancholia you carry my soul.
Are you a reason or are you here to stay.

Fire.

True beauty is not in its facial,
It’s reflected in one’s soul.
A little touch from heaven,
Imagination overflows.

You captivate from within,
A passion flower that grows.

A warm glow of embers,
Licking flames spring to life.
As if you’re on fire,
You set one’s heart ablazed with desires.

“As if you’re a fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin.” – Pablo Neruda

Malbec.

Rows of vines, freshness divine,
A balance of acid and flora,
The finest of wines.
Altitude, you thrive in mighty Mendoza,
If we are varietals, you are elegant Catena Adrianna.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
What is your color?
Deep indigo with a tinge of ruby hue.

Sniff, quaff, swizzle,
Magic of life on a mystery ride.
Raspberries, cherries, violets and lavendar,
Bloom and flower, a summer’s drizzle.

Smooth tannis rich and full,
Hints of cassis, a touch of spice.
Sweet scented lover’s wine,
Intoxicated, you’re my ecstasy and lullaby.

I still wish you fields of shamrock green,
Each petal brings a wish,
An abundance of warmth from family and friends,
Happiness that never ends.

Patience.

Bailed out of attending counselling sessions and chose to play the piano instead. In that 2 sessions, I had to talk to the counsellor, be reminded of something I wanted to forget. That got me agitated.

Thanks to Shoo’s hospitality, I’ve a place to practice when time permits. The sounds of piano keep me calm. Been long since I last play and I’m learning again. Hope to perfect something when she’s back.

Square rooms angled edges,
Twelve paces empty faces.
Frayed laces constrained spaces.

Tick tock the time is running out,
Thank you for your patience,
I think I’ll take awhile.