ponderings

Brrrln

Who’s fault is it when impatient grows?
Who takes the credit for bringing out my worst?

The negativity that dwells from beneath rises up from the slightest thing.
Almost feels like vines around my neck, at every wrong turn.

Some days are bad, some others are good.
But mostly I choose to remember the bad; let that harbour within me.

Conscious of that bad juju;
Conscious, I must be.

Equanimity I ought to seek,
But aversions take over me.

I mostly blame the city; this massive love-hate relationship I have with it.

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daily, ponderings

Fall

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Gone are long days of sunshine,
Hues of red & yellow arrive.

The sharp cold pierces through the wind,
Silent alfrescos; a chill in my feet.

Guess I have to come to terms with the fact that Summer is finally over.
Fall has arrived, and Winter will soon come.

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