Something borrowed, something blue

This is a very very beautiful and really really short poem from a dear friend of mine. The poem is as beautiful and as short as she is, dear Nicola.

Something

A lonely corner, an empty box,
A broken window, a pair of odd socks,
Where there’s some thing missing, there’s always something left,
Whether its been worn out, taken for granted or vigorously cleft.

A crack in a wall, a page that’s been torn,
A deserted town, a cob without corn,
Where there is darkness a ray of light will soon show,
Where memories have faded, hope will still glow.

Peas and Porridge

I walked in the green fields of my childhood
Fair wither summer came fast and past
Lying in the sweet warm sun there yonder
Times like this can only grow fonder

Its pretty much the same now, here and there
I see the remnants of cataclysm that spawned life
The breeding ground of flesh and bone and death
Where God meets Satan and take him as his wife

The circle doth spin around and around
Like a car flipped over turned upside down
Its wheels still turn in excess motion
We are the spawn of a thing called evolution

I am tired of crying myself to sleep
Conundrums of proportions far too steep
Whats done is done and whats pass is past
Lies falsities illusions and deceit

Ah we pitiful mortal creatures right here
All the silly things we keep and hold dear
From our laughter and secrets and our fear
All...since the very moment I saw her

Weee!

Oh I enjoy this so so so much. This feeling. This tingling sensation running all over. Its happening. The event I've been waiting the better part of my teenage life waiting for is about to happen. And trust me, it couldn't happen at a better time. The anticipation is enormous. The impossible can finally become possible. The doorway is finally opening. The gate, unlocked. The singularity of it.

The predetermining factors and underlying conditions are all right. Its as if the stars themself were in conjunction. Just the right amount of pain, just the right amount of joy. The mere hope that it generates spans the entire horizon. I get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it.

Its like waking up one morning, and you aren't really thinking properly. But you look and you see sunshine through the window, you smell warm coffee and cookies, you hear the birds outside, you hear your family having a happy conversation outside and most importantly, you remember, its the beginning of your holidays. Thats how good it is! Its like Christmas morning excepts its Christmas on your birthday.

Everything seems to be working out just as it was meant to be.

And so, it begins....