Our fling started as a fad, maybe an infatuation,
Because I heard that friends of mine had a version of you themselves,
Along the way we became best buds,
Our relationship blossomed overtime.
We have had our breaks over the years,
Especially when I've had other priorities,
When I've been busy with life in general,
You've patiently waited for my return!
You've always been there when I come back,
Torn, battered, beaten by the seasons of life.
I'm glad that I have always had you to fall back on,
All I need is a cup of coffee or mint tea, a pen and you're all ears to all that I have to say.
They say relationships are like old wine,
They get better with time,
Ours sure has;
To deeper conversations, stronger bonds, our time in the morning and late night rendezvous!
From taking you through the ups and downs in life, from being excited, on top of the mountain, to angry and sometimes down in the dumps;
We now behave like souls who are at peace with themselves,
Talking about life lessons, a balanced mind, philosophy and more.
It's just that I'm doing most of the talking,
I know I have a great listener in you.
If I was asked, what's the point of this relationship? don't you have better things to do?
I have the answer at the tip of my tongue.
This relationship of ours helps me be more self aware,
A gift that's often buried, like treasure deep inside the earth.
It helps me know what I like,
To be friends with what makes me happy,
To recognize what creates discomfort,
To leave behind regret and hurt;
It helps me strengthen my strengths,
And the strength to weaken my weaknesses,
To recognize what's important and stay with it,
To let go of all that has no value!
It helps me express gratitude for life's blessings,
Introspect on the play of the ego,
Forgive when I've felt anger or hatred,
Reflect on learnings of the day and life!
Its helps me use a filter,
One that separates the cream,
So I can only retain thoughts that are crème de la crème,
And create intentions to power those thoughts into reality!
It helps me realize that it's all an illusion,
So I can 'witness' the movie of life,
And yet keeps me hooked on as a protagonist,
So I can switch between a witness and an experiencer
Sometimes I wonder 'Dear Dairy'
How do you feel to be in this relationship?
Pages after pages of my thoughts, feelings, intentions...
Just a listener with no voice of your own.
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