Youth, it is a faint wine...

Very recently, someone decided to send me a mail appreciating this labour of love! and some of the kind words deserve to go up here! and so they are....

"Youth, it is a faint wine,

Fill it all up till it lasts.

When the wine grows dearer -

In your greying soul-pot,

Open up, let them flow away.

Fill up the very next day.

It is hard being done.

It is better that way."

the blue synagogue

I walked to it, slowly and waiting. And when I finally saw it, felt redeemed.

Walked to it in the Sun, asking directions, taking help.

The blue building stood out admist the yellow drab ones and not that it was any less drab than the ones surrounding it, it felt special, because it was SO blue.

I walked to it with the certainty that I'd find it today, and even if i got lost, I had ample help .

and likewise,

I walk to YOU, every step is contributing to this great journey I must make before I can see the lights in your eyes.

I must make this journey, and I know my limbs might falter, at the sheer length of this distance.

I make this journey, whose end I dont see in sight.

But I know I have ample help. Yours.

All that noise, and all that sound....

"All that noise and all that sound
All those places I got found"

So I turn 19 by the end of this week. How exciting.
And here I am wishing again.
Blow the candles long enough.
And there you are. I wish!

blood /blʌd/[bluhd]
–noun
1.
the fluid that circulates in the principal vascular system of human beings and other vertebrates, in humans consisting of plasma in which the red blood cells, white blood cells, and platelets are suspended.

March.

My head is spinning,
I wish, the earth spun this fast.
The days fade and liven again.
You sleep sweetly dreaming sweetly of me
Sinews and blood, I'd love you so deeply
I'd love your skin and your bones,
Lie with you, and drink from your thoughts
The sweetness of life. This sheer wonder.
These days will fade, and ones with you will liven
Jewels, those days, I will wear them in my hair,
Precious, I will hide them away.
You will smile, indulgent, and I
I will count the myriad colours in your eyes.