Because
the sun burned
some of it off and shaped it.
Because
squares don’t look good.
Because
it doesn’t matter.
Because
it makes more sense.
Because cereal bowls are.
Because
a lot of things are.
Because
special things are.
Because
why not?
A miracle we have color
so vibrant, it’s so fair
but when I look back
at 1950 films
I can’t help to think
“is this really real?”
we have green now
purple and blue
red and pink
but back then its all hueless
boring and meek
was there really color?
did everyone wear the same thing
were trees contained with black leaves
because if they were then why weren’t they green?
maybe someone had to invent colors
they were just tired of
the same old thing
now of course we have vibrant
settings
except for in our phones
for when we edit
then you see Black and White
and I think the same
question all over again.
Do you know how the alphabet was made?
I wonder that maybe someone just
said animals names or fruits, toys
like apple, rat, boy, zerdy pig and others
and though I want to take the first letter
of all of these words and put them in
line from the way I came up with them or how
many lines but these just wont do it.
Do you wonder the same thing?
Sometimes I wonder how men get gray hair.
Do they dye it or are they born with it?
Most of the times I can’t believe that it is a part of the normal life
because it grows in the most weird ways.
I just had a thought and wanted to share it.
And let it go.
Dropped everything
for you
once again. Just like
you never left.
Big brown eyes, strong arms,
consuming me in a way
much less than what I’m used to.
Breath stopped, hitched, caught.
Caught up in the way you
looked at me, in a way much
different than what I’m used to.
Swear I thought I’d never
see you again, but here I am.
5 years gone, and I miss
my best friend, miss having
long talks all night.
Miss you holding me when I
drop tears like bombs, like time-
bombs sensitive to the advancement
of my life, unattached to you.
you tossed me like a grenade
and swallowed the key
like I had to swallow my dreams
of us.
Because people grow up,
grow apart, grow used to
separate lives.
And now I’m alone grinning
and bearing it, alone without you,
in a way much less than
what I’m used to.