Mom I dropped quick and easy, like a ball of yarn three decades ago Your shadow has lingered on me since Your syllables, your voice, like an old audio cassette on loop Like my favourite soundtrack. You are the flying, shining, metal hard armour Wrapped in a heavenly flesh, that once was my abode. I’ve never once have had a blank static stretch Your tape reels have been all along in my frames. I’ll run blindly towards you, rolling down steep slopes To tell you something, everything, to unwind. To who you are what, regardless, You will always be the lamps of my street dark old town
See… I’ll tell you the difference You are a straight white line You’re a single snort away from poofing. While I run in the circles made of infinity I’m a never ending rarity No number of pots will ever be enough To build what’s broken. I took the morphine with me When I left from that door, Your ‘4:20 Somewhere’ rots in my closet
It’s been years today to the first time we bro hugged, First time since we sat across tables freezing and bugged, First time since I noticed the color of your eyes, First time since I stole a sigh, First time since you switched places on the road, First time since we shared the dense smoke, First time since our jittery first nudge, First time since the Italian was a waste buck, First time since I decided on my cure, First time since all firsts pure, Here we are, today, in many of our firsts, Like the gold flames, at a pinnacle!
The closure I think comes to you in a million ways, Sometimes in ways of the world falling apart And sometimes with a chance to put it all back together, There will be baggage, of-course, But then you’ve aced the art of solo travel darling, Remind yourself of all the fiercer bulls you have leashed & shoo this little pup away, Remember,
You’re not the La La Land, You’re the Oscar for it!
We have run from clubs to beaches and back, Drinking poisons from bottles, Jumping into seasons of deep seas in our clothes, And making out on the rocks through thunders, Made promises over wildfires high fiving thunders, To never make sense, To hope the odds are in our favor, And I fell in the supernova of the moment, Oh the blast, And the following curl of smoky whirlwind will last forever!
There are lives I have lived, There are lives I haven’t. There are hopes I have abandoned, There are dreams I have forgotten, I’m no superhuman, Nor do I intend to be, Like a humming bird I fly back and forth, I relive hopes and dreams, They fear no death, For none shall have one, Like grandma’s abode, We meet each burning fall, With a promise!
Travel more and you will know every corner, every lane, every city, every country is writing its own story book! So was Madrid.
Gran via over the years has seen the history-changing on its roads, the graffiti being made over and over again, the artifacts getting older and more valuable with their outdated glimmer and growing worth. The massive doors wearing out! The 100 yrs old street that has hustled through time holds so many memories hard to look away from, oh the number of heartbreaks it must have witnessed, the number of love stories that might have started here, the number of people that may never come back, the number of people that never left, the millions and millions of footsteps and each with a story! What are the chances ‘You and I’ sat on the same street, in the same cafe, stopped by to see the same window, passed the same fragrance of baguettes, just what are the chances!
It feels so overwhelming to be a part of a street that started collecting stories a century ago when ‘You and I’ did not exist, our stories hadn’t even started, but Gran Via stayed put for you to reach here and add another page to its storybook (and maybe one to yours too)!
Among a lot of other things, traveling comes with a clause of distance! Distance from what you love, who you love, your routine, food, lanes, lifestyle and else. It’ll tell you what you don’t like for sure, more than what you do. All in all, do it! Experience it, it’ll basket you with a million things you might not know about yourself!!
Mallorca looks like the school project from above the clouds, the one that we used to orchestrate for historic structures! It’s astounding to witness something so enormous to be so laid back. It’s a wide, wet, lazy island, not the kind that’ll make you yawn but the kind that’ll make you wanna play your life in your head, one more time.The kind that’ll count every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take,’It’ll’ be watching you!!