THAT WHICH GOES UNSAID...

Let’s steal some moments today. Moments of love and laughter… Moments of belonging and holding… Moments of joy and wellbeing… Maybe some Eureka moments and some quiet solitary satisfactory smiles. Let’s steal some moments today. Let’s hold on to bed a little longer, not caring about the alarm… Let’s have a day without alarm today…lazing away with your eyes shut, listening to the rain shattering on your window pane. Can you hear the faint sound of the leaves drooping with water? Let’s listen to the rains today. Let the boiling coffee’s aroma fleet across the rooms, tickling your taste buds, nose buds and memory buds .While away into your memories. While away into the past. And then sneak into a cosy corner with your coffee and day dream… Let’s steal some moments today. Let’s dust the old gramophone player lying in the corner. Select a vinyl record of some long lost songs and caress its glossy dark skin .Relive with your parents the years they left behind…your chi

Elsewhere is a state of mind. Elsewhere lies another door, a window maybe...where a country flute fills my mind. In a life with no strings attached I have known the feeling of abandoning too many times. I have abandoned lesser times than people have abandoned me.Perhaps the result of a futile attempt to make me love them back.Perhaps not noticing that I run towards and away from love at the same time.In a city you do not hear flutes as much you hear the screeches..the earthy tunes that brings back memories that I cannot grasp..memories that are a part of elsewhere where love and song was all that I had.I have been a fugitive of sorts,while being ashamed and proud at the same time. They told me I will gather no moss, no wisdom coz' I slip away.But even a mossy stone will slip at some time and make them slip too. So whats the point? Elsewhere is the love I have known.Yes! I have known love and never fell out of it. Elsewhere is a music man, who never knew the name of the son