Lemonade

There's never a pair
more fitting than the two.
Something sour like me
and someone sweet like you.

photo and recipe at Food52

Lost in Translation

I think we speak a different sort of language with one another. Though the words 
that spill from my lips are familiar, somehow between them lifting off my tongue 
and drumming your ear, they are lost. 

Please. 

Don't try to dissect the inflections and the inconvenient pauses between my syllables to 
find a story hidden in the spaces. 
Let the silence dull the senses because fighting tooth and nail 
to find solace only leaves you aching for something more.

Through The Roof

The words thundered down to the floor
and echoed against the walls;
shattered the windows of my heart.
It was sweet reverie waiting at my door.

Image via my friend Mrugesh

Words Are Just Shapes

Someone once told me "You shouldn't fall in love with words".
And, boy, did I believe it.
I believe in the actions that follow the words.
Because words are beautiful.
and words are placeholders.

meant to make you feel
good.
        warm.
                 comfortable...

A safety net for conclusions that
are far from the stories they tell.

But I want you to fall in love with my words.
I pick them so carelessly careful.
Because why can't you fall in love
with words when the action of
choosing the right ones
matters so much to me

I want those words to be a vessel
for the actions they describe.
Shapes to a true form.
Accurately. Consistently.

So you can believe in words again.

And you can believe in me.

She Works Hard For It, Honey

How hard do we work to
get what we want?
Sacrificing time for the hope that
we can have enough
in the future
... maybe?
Storing the hope that some day our diligence
will get us somewhere.

I'm scrambling
to work over time
just so that I can make sure
we have enough to spend.
That our bank account is full
so we can enjoy all we want
with the little time we have
         saved      away

And we're reaching our limits.
Budgets we set for ourselves
so we don't

overexert.

pour too much into the future
that cuts into the present.

When we get that paycheck,
we spend every penny of it.
Draining the account until
someday we have enough to
do it all over again.

I've invested in a high risk stock.
Plunged into uncertainty
until fear and anxiety took over.

But I finally understood what those professors
had been saying all along;
About high risk investments with
high return.