A day mundane as ever,
suddenly stops with a visit.
from an old love, a forgotten dream.
Closing my eyes, I let it,
Take me back in time.
To some memories buried,
of days smeared with love,
of nights dark perfumed by dreams.
of a young and restless heart.
Life, then, hadn’t taken over,
the heart was yet intact.
Long afternoons, sweet nothings,
whispered promises, that,
were not yet broken.
Now, on days like these,
when the heart rakes up memories.
Life stands still, and I rejoice,
and lament, seeing me.
Young and full of love.
Time took away everything,
it was just that love that stayed.
A buried love that still whispers,
on a day like this, mundane as ever.
A Mom, a Blogger, an Engineer. Identities that define me, only partly. For I am also a Maverick, I am also a believer in Magic and many Gods. I am a free spirit.
And I am a storyteller.
I weave stories, some creating pathos, some giving us hopes, some urging us to believe in dreams, some just making us happy.
Amidst those stories are also stories from my own life as I strive creating warmth for my tiny family in our small place under the sun.