The Gold Flame!

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!

Grandma’s Abode!

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!

Don’t Silently Bloom And Die!

I can faintly recall,
You were never like the streets we keep going back to for frequent strolls,
You were more like the chocolate brown coffee house in the misty dark woods,
As much as I loved your vibe, I’m never walking those dark roads again,
My shoes still got the stains,
You felt as fresh as season’s first peach,
Lighter than the feathers I’ve now.
The season’s towards an end,
And so is my appetite for peaches.
Find a different city, a new beginning,
In a place where peaches are welcome,
Out of scarcity or treat, whatever,
Try,
Try to become a spot to go back to,
Live, breathe, dance, drink, try new colors,
Cook, fight, love, be absurd, maddening,
But above all, be audacious.
Don’t silently bloom and die,
Walk ahead, in light or dark,
Walk without a torch,
Let uncertainty be the way of your departure,
Then & Now