Two of a Kind

I think of a day that was ours, and we were two of a kind,
When everything I had was close to me, and closer still were things I called "mine".

I think of the two of us, knowing how it all began,
How I could hear a song sometimes, even though it was silence that we had.

Two of a kind were our hands that held you forever so close,
And every time we could be ourselves, it was something we never chose.

I kept hoping for more, not knowing my feelings would only grow,
And yet there are some things you wish are always clear, things you would never show.

Two of a kind were the moments I had in waiting, in anticipation,
Hoping to find a meaning some days, maybe just to define this relation.

We were called upon by many, we were truly two of a kind some days,
And  some would often ask me why we fell apart, why we went our separate ways.

I would tell myself of lost times, of the smiles we shared most days,
The warm hugs and comfort that we could share, kept aside some way.

Two of a kind were our hopes, our gifts & all the little things we did for each other,
The things that were lost in time, some things that for now we will never bother.

I would listen to you, as you would listen to my complains throughout the night,
And yet all that I could find, the reasons I wanted to know you more, more than the reasons to fight.

I kept thinking of an indifferent day, the day we could be quiet, just the two of us,
And everything that was left behind, seemed to have but only begun.

Two of a kind were my challenges, why knowing you more; could never be complete,
Why I still think of the things I realize what we could wish to have and yet could not receive.

When we were waiting by your home, I smiled for reasons I will never know,
Some of the reasons I lived by all this time and some that I will never show.

Some will ask me, do you look back? do you think of everything you have left behind?
I tell them the same thing I keep telling myself, our time had come, but for me we will
                                                                                                                  always be "Two of a kind"

You spoke to me in a dream tonight

You spoke to me in a dream tonight,
It felt so close and yet so far away, lost when I opened my eyes

And yet I could feel your breath, you felt so real to me
Like a moment in time that was meant to be timed in eternity.

You spoke to me from a distance, not knowing what I spoke back,
Not knowing if I will remember, my words fade that which my recollections lack.

You spoke to me like a friend who was never lost back in time,
And yet I can't seem to shake what we had left far behind.

It came to me like a walk, like a conversation we never had,
Before we went separate ways, the reasons we could never look back.

I think of times that were left behind, why we never asked "why" instead,
Why we never chose to whisper , like a fight we would never pick up again.

You spoke to me like nothing happened, like everything was just fine,
As we stood there painting memories in our head, like the moment endless in time.

I spoke to you about who we were, before we forgot ourselves,
Before everyone who knew us remained behind in memories that we dwell.

You smiled as though we knew things have moved on, and we could start a new,
Like a friendship we never lost, just a phase we knew we could get through.

You came to me in a dream as the sun set and as we spoke till the night was by my side,
As I kept hoping things were just that real, when I would finally open I eyes.

You spoke to me in a dream tonight, if only I could remember what,
How it made sense somehow then and now it seems like things have moved along.

I live in dreams tonight, I had the conversation I never got a chance to have,
Knowing it all meant something, things I wish real life would have said instead.

You spoke to me in a dream tonight with words I can no longer remember
If I only knew things were different now, somehow it was real, it mattered.

I know I can't reach back to you, I can never have the same dream again,
I keep hoping I got my answers tonight, and if not I hope you find the one's you were looking for instead.

Let me start all over again

Let me start all over again, my life; let me rewind,

Let it be the same day like yesterday, that I had in the test of time gone by.

Let me start all over again, when the smiles were true to the heart,

And when voices spoke of the heart's desire, hoping the day would start.

Let me hear closely for my friend's call, when even at a distance; I would find you close,

When it never mattered what we defined we are, just that it's friendship that we chose.

Let me start all over again, when I know my friend was listening back,

I keep looking for her in shadows now, in the many things that I somehow lack.

Let me start with the same faces I knew, the ones I recognized,

The time when in the test of faith, you were always too special to be kept aside.

Broken Flowers by Mindy McGregor

Let me start all over again, with the warm hugs that made my day,

With the faces I knew so well, and the smile that lit my way.

Let me start all over again, when I know you were listening and not simply hearing me out,

When things would always come back to us, our feelings like things there were "lost and found".

Let me start all over again, in the undying hope that I will regain some time,

And you will find what you believed was yours and what I thought was mine.

Let me start all over again, when we made promises to the heart and kept it through,

When the times we couldn't work things out, you were right there, as I was with you.

Let me start all over again hoping today is unending, and we will keep coming back in time,

I will keep hoping for things that remain endless and yet so true, their beauty sublime.

Let me start all over again, when you were listening back, when you read what I wrote; and you cared,

When I could still find a meaning to the things I did every single day, and for every word I shared.

To Friends and Friendships alike

To the many faces, I call my friends,

To unchanging truths, to promises with no ends.

To some coffee cups and tastes in life, some things I could not keep,

To the many talks and fights that lie incomplete somehow still

To some birthday wishes and hugs alike far better than presents tonight,

When all I could wish for is a conversation sometimes, or a reason just to fight

To some broken dreams & hearts tonight, I wish I could fix it too,

I sit endlessly with the pieces still; I wish I could find right glue.

To some treats and foods that you cooked, the ones you thought I liked,

To some silent wishes before I ate then still, hoping I would survive.

To truths and dares and many a games alike, things I would tell you anyways,

The games and cheers and boards are gone, but the feeling seems here to stay.

I look back today and you and me, and how "we" have seemed to change,

And if the world around us seems all but lost, just think it has rearranged

To many a times I stare at the screen, hoping someday you would call,

And hoping you would pick me up, whenever I would fall.

To different worlds and chances still, hoping to grab some time,

Wishing even if everything was lost, at least this friend is mine.

To many a complains that you never call, feeling you don't even care,

Just know I was watching your back, and hoping you were right there.

And the times have changed, and I get cups of coffee still today,

I feel the world beyond me has changed this time, just every single way

To the friend I keep so dear, to the breath I feel so mine,

We might drift apart someday, but our friendship is endless in time

Some will wish you just this day and hope you will understand,

That you are more than a world to me; to me you are everything my friend.

Unbound & Unwound

Give me wings this journey, just this day,

As I look for a new meaning, as I fly away

All my empty pacts, and moments lie still,

As I look for new places, dreams and hopes to fulfill

To give meaning to my words, my poem somehow,

I write as there is no tomorrow, only the time "now"

In times to come and memories ahead,

I hope I will find a meaning, as to write the rest of my poem I will wait.

Completely unbound my heart, my silent dreams,

Some days I can look back to, & some that lie unseen.

I sit with corners of my heart, so much so inspired,

And yet all I can accumulate is something I never desired.

In sunken hallow of the days that I used to call yesterday,

I look for a path I take, a reason to find a way.

In words I try to hold, what my heart says,

My mind seems but all so numb, so distant today

In the end of today I find a beginning still,

A reason to come back to hopes & wishes that I wish I could fulfill.

Today I fail to realize, somehow things just add up,

And yet there is an empty feeling I wish was gone somehow

Unbound my silent writings , untiring my words tonight,

As I travel to the shores of reality, one that only I seem to realize.

Unwound the things I wish for, I can't seem to ask for more,

Whatever held meaning seems to be renewed like never before

I yearn to be free and fail to comprehend what I feel somehow,

This day as I take a step ahead, and yet I can't help looking back now.

To Everyone, but not you

I write to everyone today , but not you,

For some reason I believe my words don’t reach through

I write to the same address, the same people that I once knew,

And yet those who in the test of time are lost somewhere too

I write today in shear disbelief to everyone, hoping for an answer back,

Something to read to myself, when I know there’s something I lack

I write today with no complains, no regrets, not even a sight of what once remained,

In the many walks that I know I couldn’t quit, when I knew there was no one on my side

I would talk to myself; I would often find meaning in the words I write today,

When I could write to everyone, but not you; to my utter dismay

If I could reason my life, and think of one excuse that I could give myself,

I would rather choose to not answer the unknown, and the reasons that I must dwell

I often sit silently, hoping that the past would change,

And trying to look for some meaning in whatever remains,

I find a time so fresh in my memory still, I cannot comprehend,

No matter how far I move along, I know my memories won’t end

I write to every bit of past life, but not you today,

I have no reason to be lost, and yet I cannot seem to find a way

I write to my fallen memories, in my diaries where I put down my life,

And yet I cannot seem to find you, and for a single hope I sometimes strive,

I write to everyone I know, but not you today somehow,

Don’t ask me what the reason is, our choices made us what we are now.

And when the silence fills the night, and we sit with nothing to do,

I will still have so many things to write, but somehow I can no longer write to you.

Many of us this day

Many of us, wait for this week to end and the month to go by, while many sit with memories that for them has redefined time. Many of us will end this day, like every other, no changes to contemplate, while many will simply plan ahead, for that change that comes in time.

Many of us, tonight will pick up a fight trying to push everything that life throws at us, and many will simply be lost in the every growing life’s rush. Many will find no time to share what their happy about or what brought them down today, while many talk to many others while looking for their own day to make. Many of us will write our day’s worth in scribbles and pages of our diaries to which no one shares a glimpse, and as we keep the pen do, close the diary and breathe a sense of relief.

 

Many of us will sit on floors way above the ground, and many will simply relieve what we have already found. Many of us will watch the rain trickle down large window panes and sink on their warm office seats; many will simply keep a warm heart and wait for our silent retreat.  Many of us will disbelieve in bad news and cheer for good news alike, and some will simply be unchanged, non perplexed by the change that surrounds us every day; every night.

Many of us will hope for a change to come and not knowing that change was already there all along, as we keep listening and hoping for an undying song. Many of us will be living their dream jobs or working for a dream and yet some of many of us will always lie unseen. Many of us will flow with the flow in life, and some who will seem to strive and yet many of us will be waiting for someone to confide. 

Many of us will change our ways as we keep going back to the address we call our home, and in our own way, many of us will have the best of our memories to own. Many will walk the lonely walk, many will hold hands and yet many of us will live in the hope that someone apart from ourselves will understand. Many will keep looking for that perfect moment in time, and many will realize what they have is real, and yet it is but beauty sublime.