The Reminisce

As I say goodbye to last of the distractions,
Wonders of nature or mind boggling attractions.
As I bid farewell to beautiful people, alcohol and money,
I do not know whether I am stepping in or out of reality.
I struggle to define real, I struggle to define me.
As the past grows stronger I barely see,
A spark that I once saw and did dwell upon.
A spark that is gone now and has failed us.
Us. As I think of us it all fails.
The distractions, attractions, people, money and alcohol,
Who were trying their honest best fail.
Its funny that even in distractions,
Lies some sort of codes that relate to you.
Excuses to reminisce.
I am told not to but there is a certain beauty in reminiscing.
I go there to collect some love and some pain.
Admire some and curse some,
Promise to keep some forever,
Promise never to visit some ever again,
Artist's re-imagination of history can be as colourful as rainbow,
Or as dark as a moon less night.
But its only imagination. It's only memories.
Yet your memories to me are like a treasure chest to a child.
Which he hides from others but secretly visits.
He might be afraid of darkness otherwise,
But to visit the chest he braves the darkest of nights.
Has no clue of the worth of it,
But knows its special. The value of this treasure exists only to him.
Child's play.
Then there is the growing up part. Pragmatism. Moving on.
You have to move over your hidden treasure chests.
Pretend they never existed. Chase real treasures.
But I already said, I struggle to define real.
Thus I reminisce.

Possibility of Love

The possibility of Love, is a dangerous spark.
Your whole existence is at stake.
As if it was not enough bad already,
You are not certain it could be fake.
Either way you will never be the same.
That is the possibility of love.
You stand at this cliff with a hope to fly.
Hesitate? Or take the leap of faith?
Close your eyes and brain?
Leave it to the heart decisions to make?
The moment you realised it,
questions numerous unanswered.
Logical or illogical chains of events
what brought you to this point.
And is it possible to let it go.
if only you could know.
The possibility of love is the road too long,
cannot rush but it is getting late,
The possibility of love is a probability too,
shall I leave you to the fate?

Let's Go

I sit with you so that we can talk. Come up with something. A plan. An adventure. After all you are the one with a great deal of patience. An infinite patience. You surprise me. You can hold all that I have to say.

So I have been wondering what if we leave. Pack up the bags and go to Southern France. I know we do not speak French. That is the point. We are going to leave this wifi world behind. I am sure you will be fine without internet. I want to be human again and you are with me in it. 

Find a small village. Feel the streets. Talk to the architecture. Learn the language. Work on a farm. I hope we can stay with the farmer. I heard he is a hospitable man and has a lot of tales to tell. 

How about that girl working on the farm? There is a complexity in her simplicity. You know that when you look at her you can never lie to her. Like I have lied before and ended up with broken hearts and causing pain. There is a chance to stop dwelling on past. Go talk to her in broken French. I think it did make some sense because she smiled.

Write a letter to my mother and my brother tell them I am fine. Await their reply. Now you know I am talking about actual letters? Not the ones send on wires and clouds. So it is going to be a while till we hear back from them. When was the last time you awaited a letter? ... Exactly!

I am sure my friends are fine. They are busy working hard and being social. It is all digital for them. I wish them luck. 

How do you feel? Going on this adventure with me? I will share with you everything. After all you are the one with a great deal of patience. An infinite patience.

Jass 14/07/2014