Lonely boatman

Starlight on the waters
A lonely boatman
Sits
Pondering his past.
The mistakes made
The loves lost
Things he did
Things he didn't do.
Regrets.
The lonely boatman
Sits
In his little boat
Rocking gently
With the waves.
The sea lulls him
To start sailing
Those sealegs of his
Never found the reason
To go to shore.
The reason that was once found
Is now lost.
The lonely boatman
He goes
Sailing again
In the starlit waters.

Send me your thoughts in the mail
I will save all your thoughts in a jar.
And read them
When you are far.
The world between us
Is too vast.
All I can do to remember you by
Are these thoughts in the mail.

It will rain somehow

It will rain somehow.
Raindrops
Falling
Wetting my canvas shoes.
Rhythmically
The rain falls.
Pitter patter
On my soaked through clothes.
Gently the rain falls
On the grass
Under my feet.
The mud stains
My canvas shoes.
But I do not care.
The rain
Washes away all my tears
Makes me feel brand new.
Yesterday is gone.
Tomorrow is not mine yet.
But I still have today.
And that is all I care.

Forgetting

I think I can forget you
One minute at a time
One second at a time.
I will forget you,
Finger by finger,
Hair by hair.
Erase you from my memory.
You were only penciled in.
Very soon,
I will forget
That you have ever existed.
When I hear your name,
I won't see your face.
I won't remember your voice.
But I know,
This heart will not forget
The things it felt
When you were near.

The wind blows

The lady sings a moanful tune
On a moonless night.
Where do I come from?
Where do I go?
Wherever the wind blows.
Will the night ever end?
It seems like darkness
Forever.
The moanful tune
Continues
And I feel her sorrows.
A tune of yesterdays.
The goodbyes
We cannot say.
I think of tomorrow
But cannot remember
How it looks like.
The first snowflake
Falls tonight
I catch it in my palm
Feel the coldness
And then it's gone.
Wherever the wind blows.
That's where I will go.

Fools

Fools come and go.
Some grew wiser
Through falling.
Some stay fools
Never learning.

Resolution

My resolution this year is to finish all the books on these shelves. I've the habit of buying books but always end up borrowing from the library! Guess will pen down every single book from the shelves I go through on this blog...
I'm still on the 100th page of musicophilia. 291 pages to go....
It's kinda funny that I can't exactly pinpoint a particular genre of books that I love. It seems my taste varies from travel stories to mystery to romance to inspirational ones.... Like loving the Chocolat series, some classics, some of Mitch Albom's stuff, Tony Parson, Richard Matheson, Dan Brown, PG Wodehouse, Paulo Coelho, Arthur Conan Doyle, etc. they are all vastly different.