How about I meet you at a coffeeshop 3 years down the line
Where we talk of lost stories
And lost opportunities under starry skies
How about I meet you at a play in Connecticut 5 years after we last saw each other
Where we talk about how stupid we were
Tugging and playing at each other's heartstrings
What if we meet at a Coldplay concert in LA 7 years after we first met
And I ask you to sing along with me on Yellow
As we both get close and drink vodka infused Jello
What if I meet you on a bus ride in Spain
You'd still be smelling of that fresh tan
And I'll be wearing those blue Vans
I'd still make you smile by cracking that 80s joke
And you'd giggle at my weird hair
Because baby we were meant to be
Unfulfilled and perished in the eternal blaze
Matured with grey hair, we smile
As words flow with gay abandon
Because it's that familiar smile
And those well-known Vans
As we talk of unrequited love
And starting afresh with your hand in mine.
Remember that guy you liked in your math class or that girl in the coffeeshop ?
You never made a move on them or you did but you broke up because of some bullshit reason.
What if you meet them in the future at some random place ?
Will you hit it off like old times ?
Would you even consider something ?
This poem is based on something of that sort.
It's weird when you can stop yourself and actually realize that you've changed
You look back and see that you move differently
You laugh differently and maybe you cry more than you used to and you still hate being lonely but being alone can give you comfort now
You've noticed yourself giving love more discreetly and more precisely and trying to give more to yourself
And it scares you to know that people will come and go from your life, that some situations are fleeting and only temporary, but you are still excited to make new memories. You look at your skin and it's the same from yesterday but that is just your body
you've changed, and you get to decide if it's for the better or for the worse
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"Life is a journey up a spiral staircase; as we grow older we cover the ground covered we have covered before, only higher up; as we look down the winding stair below us we measure our progress by the number of places where we were but no longer are. The journey is both repetitious and progressive; we go both round and upward."
William Butler Yeats
Old spiral staircase at Inchcolm Abbey (founded in 12th century), Inchcolm Island, Firth of Forth, Edinburgh, Scotland
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The brilliance is still echoing
From the future and the past
From diamonds that have lost their sheen;
True glory never lasts.
From here the calls have risen
Over centuries of Life,
Because here there was more than resistance:
Goa's the fire that sterilised the knife.
The call will rise once more
Echoing over our misty fields:
'Goem, Goemkar, Goemkarponn!'
For within Goan-ness we may yield.
Stories of Goa:
Legends of romance,
Songs of Gods and rebellion,
And odes to the sword and lance.
The Pearl Of The Orient.
The Treasure Trove of Man.
The Holy City of Sambala.
The Blessed Mother-Land.
Rhythms of Redemption,
In the land of the Forgotten-Free.
Joseph shall return to Canaan
But when will Goans See? - Anika
It was windy, rainy and quite a fizzy weather yesterday. Hollow, big drops of rain were patting my car's front glass so hard and I got furious on myself that why did I come out from home when it was raining heavily. I needed to buy some grocery since it was a weekend free day. And I knew there will not be any sunshine outside.
Still, I managed and reached the store. I had to walk with an umbrella which was competing with the blowing wind. And I was exactly feeling like an umbrella who was walking like a flying bird.
And what was that? I could sense the sudden glow of the sunshine...Oh my god, I could see the beautiful rainbow up there...! But I din't stop running.
And While rushing, suddenly my eyes got stuck at an old man who was surely watching the sky in grim and he seemed to me in tears. He was not holding any safety cover or keeping a flying bird that can save him from the rain. So, I quickly went there asked if he needed any help and was everything alright?
His reply in few lines grabbed my heart and I could do nothing other than capturing two beautiful rainbows he was gazing at the sky.
"Thank-you so much dear!
Sometimes feeling the rain and watching colorful sky give you relief that somebody is probably watching you from the sky."
And, I felt those colors so deeply when he finally said- "You know, last time I saw a rainbow with my wife who is now somewhere up there and showering love by showing these two rainbows together......." 🌈 🌈 -Jasmeet💕
Have you ever feel the rainbow that deeply? Lemme know how and when guys cz I can't explain how much I am in love with it now. -----------------------------------------