Would turquoise go better with pink?
Hmm, I’d have to think
And let that thought sink
Oh, look we’re already heading nowhere
I’ll soon have nothing to share
You see, I’m actually better with prose
That’s the way it goes.
But I’ll still give it a try,
So tell me, where was I?
I sat there, looking out of the window.
My head leaning against the wall
The glass pane stretching from the corner of my eye to meet the length of the door, 4 metres away.
Without any effort,
I could see the tops of trees,
Greens of different shades –
Sap, emerald, viridian and olive
Swaying to the song of the gentle breeze.
I couldn’t hear the rustle but I could see the dance,
Feeling like the deaf lad at a performance until
The sound of a blaring car horn
Shifted my gaze to the street beneath.
You could feel the Saturday morning,
No one had to be anywhere by 9,
And no one had to pack lunches before 8.
There were just a couple of cars whizzing past
And an impatient bus driver following behind,
A man on a vintage scooter calmly riding on the wrong side,
A 20-something swiping through his phone while walking on the cemented footpath
Shop shutters were going up somewhere,
A black dog lazily roamed around a parked auto,
Two men were sitting on shabby plastic chairs and talking,
I could see one of them was growing bald from the centre
A lady was holding her bag of groceries and walking past,
A bunch of straws had already piled up near the coconut vendor,
Half the day was almost over for some,
While it had just begun for the others.
I sat there, looking out of the window.
It’s a funny world we live in,
A sin doesn’t remain a sin,
If it’s all about win-win.
My best friend recently asked me to give her a quote or proverb on time. I proudly doled out a series of them, “Time heals”, “Time and tide wait for no man”, “A stitch in time saves nine”. And she retorted, “Can you give me something positive?” And that left me speechless. Every other proverb that crossed my mind from then on was largely negative. I found it strange. I googled a bit and didn’t find anything wholly satisfying. It didn’t bother me much then but it definitely lingered on in my head. When you’re having a rough patch, such things quickly seep back into focus and tend to eat into your thoughts more than you’d want them to.
Ink and Paper 