On days like these
I can find peace
Even when it feels
As if I am being eaten alive,
But on days unlike these,
Something as trivial
As the sound
Of my own heart
Beating a little faster
Is enough to drive me
Over the edge.
©Aaysid
Some Days
Your Things
It is both amazing and borderline creepy how somethings never stop being relevant or relatable. You hesitate to declare them as “your things”, because of the unpleasant reactions you tend to receive when you mention them in front of the people you know, but deep down you cannot help but acknowledge that those are definitely your things!
For example, Billy Joel’s song, Vienna, has been resonating with me for so long now that it feels as if I’d known the lyrics since the day I was born! Is it weird or what?
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Geometrical
I.
Life comes full circle,
But you insist on
Bringing it to
Your angle of view.
II.
We make two sides
Of a parallelogram-
Our paths never intersect!
III.
You say that I
Let nothing orbit around
My personal sphere.
I don’t even feel
Three dimensional
At times!
©Aaysid
“Everybody at the party is a many sided polygon….Nonagon!”
They Might Be Giants
Image by Okan Caliskan from Pixabay
His World
My father teaches me
To live in the moment,
And not to spend
More than I make,
But I am not a good student.
I worry about things,
Live outside the moment,
And go broke sometimes.
My father tells me
That the world is cruel,
And keeps an eye out
For the weird ones,
But I am strangely normal.
I am awfully naive,
Fall prey to the wickedness,
And lookout for the weird ones.
My father believes in
My version of things as well,
And says that we balance
Each other out in a way,
But his version is growing on me.
©Aaysid
Image by Dariusz Sankowski from Pixabay
Cracked
I purposefully step
On the cracks
In the concrete I walk on
And my back,
Already too broken
From the weight
Of all things uncrackable,
Does not give a crack!
©Aaysid
Not Never
I see grey in my hair,
And my sister tells me
I am supposed
To see silver instead;
The image in my head shifts
From a dark night
With grey clouds
That do not promise to rain,
To a night sky making way
For eternal starlight-
We bloom, in our own time.
©Aaysid
“The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.”
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
Fearful
She fears the day
She would run out
Of imagination,
And lose her wits;
She is scared of being
This close to reality,
That in her own version
Of things
She no longer fits!
©Aaysid
“Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else.”
George Orwell, 1984
Healing and Repair
I found this short poem scribbled in my old textbook of Pathology. I wonder why I don’t learn through verse anymore?
Scars do not bleed.
Scabs spill scarlet,
If you pick them.
Scars do not hurt.
Scabs throb badly,
If your nurse them.
Scars do not heal.
Scabs can mend,
If you let them.
©Aaysid
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Reread
There are so many books that I have yet to explore,
But I cannot keep adding to my shelves anymore,
And tonight there is nothing that I would like to do more
Than to sail away on a paper boat
Assembled from all the pages that I have read before.
©Aaysid
“If you truly love a book, you should sleep with it, write in it, read aloud from it, and fill its pages with muffin crumbs.”
Anne Fadiman
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Artless
I miss being crafty even though I was never a craftswoman! I used to paint horribly, sew terrible clothes for my dolls, and was knee-deep in loud, DIY friendship-bracelets craze back in the day. When I chose to pursue science, however, the artsy-craftsy side of me happily locked itself in a box. I have the key to that box, but I am not sure it would do any good to open it now!
I quench my artistic thirst by using coloured pencils to highlight the text in my books, and by grading my students’ response sheets with a red pen.
Sometime ago, I turned one of my posts into this desk-calendar, post-it notes kind of thing by using a free template from a graphic design website, and that had been the most crafty thing I had done in ages.
With that being said (and shared), I’d like to add that I am utterly grateful to be able to appreciate art, and to follow a lot of great artists here and on other social media platforms. Looking at paintings and beautiful photographs is one of the highlights of my day – enough to pleasantly rattle the old, locked box! 😂
Recorded
I.
I wish I knew
how to stop you
from sneaking out
of my journal to spill
into my dreams;
there’s too much
of you in my life already,
and so little of me.
II.
it seldom makes sense,
but in her ways
she is set;
she keeps a diary
of days she cannot
wait to forget.
III.
there is something
quite eerie about
a lifetime that outlasts
the life itself – a memoir.
©Aaysid
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Ice Cream
I.
I pretend to expect
nothing at all,
so when I found
some strawberry chunks
in the chocolate ice cream,
I couldn’t recall
the last time I got
what I was not looking for.
II.
Perfectly frozen
ice cream bar
cracks from side to side,
so do you,
and so do I.
III.
You melted
Even before your sundae did;
You made
For an equally sweet puddle.
©Aaysid
Outrageously Erratic 