Sometimes the less weight you bear,
The more of your own weight tips the scales.
There's too many words, too much chaos,
All stemming from silence, from absence.
The coziest warmth is someone else's.
Even the hottest nights can still be cold.
No better music than their laugh.
No stronger longing than not knowing who.
In winter, a warm cup of tea
Can be one of the coziest way
To warm up your day
Whether it’s a classic black tea
Herbal blends, or soothing chamomile
Tea not only warms you but feels even better
But also offers a comforting ritual of smile
Pairing it with a good book, reading love letter
A favorite blanket wrapped bodies love share
Oh, how lucky your life so sweet and dear.
If I could climb on top of a cloud
I’d have the world’s coziest mattress
A cumulus quilt that’s softer than down
And beneath it, a silk sheet of stratus
A nimbus puff to pillow my head
With matching lenticular duvet
And perhaps I’d get an extra set
In sunset pink and stormy gray
Some say I must surely be insane
For I’d be doomed if out of bed I fell
But in the likeliest event of rain
I’m more worried that my bed will wet itself.
the soul finds passways
sound still serenely silenced ---
coziest calm cruise
02 February 2023
323 years later,
His tearfully beautiful melody and jaw dropping harmony takes me to the most prettiest places and pulls me through the darkest places.
The music he writes is like,
Coming in from the winter cold during the day, snow left untouched with a beautiful glow coming off, and slipping on a cup of coffee or hot chocolate while dancing around in my coziest socks, no pants with my ice cube shirt on.
His music has always given me that mmmm feeling when the morning coffee hits just right.
That's what him and his music does to me.
His voice is so velvety through my phone when he calls.
I know places and bars we can go too just to be alone
And I wonder if he'd save me from this wave that has over taken me.
Singing in his basement at 12 midnight
to his song I wear around my neck.
A queen was born on this special day Hardworking with ambitious
Independent strong and very highly motivated
She is someone that is for sure prestigious
In her own words she can't be predicted
Happy-go-lucky with a sprinkle of craziness
Gentle to the touch gracious and all around graceful
For her presence in my bubble is the coziest
She's like cheerful daisy the symbolism of April
My addiction one that's more dangerous than any drug
I labeled her as my most priceless treasure
A miracle that's been searching for but never found
My guardian angel whom which I'll take measures to be with forever
If you were to be a chapter in any story you'll be the prologue and epilogue
For everything begins and end with you
4LF??
My lost childhood
Misty memories of that tender age
I wiped again those frosty panes
To peep outside the room of present times
To catch fresh breath of air standing shy behind Mom
On the day of school admission
Tall uncle selling balloons at market side-ways
Old dirt road still calls me for a ride
My father's gifted bicycle's mighty fall I suffered
Leaving scars on my arm that I hold proud
Broken milk tooth that I hid beneath the mango tree
Fountain pen's shower on siblings fight
Forms a curve picking attentively small incidents floated
Eons away from my existence
To stir the languid hours
Resketching the outlines partially blurred
The events that never really did matter
Faded are the stamps of date and time
Still the petrichor rises from the dusted moments
Pieces of life's coziest quilt
It's jumbled, tattered ,frayed corners
Renders warmth to cold being of mine
13/12/2018
Due to a friend’s request
I entered a writing contest.
It was quite the quest
and I gave it one’s best.
Unfortunately it was a reject
And very hard to accept.
I hadn’t prepared to protect
my heart’s gold crest
from its bullet to the chest.
A bullet proof vest
had been needed from the vilest
which I now need to digest
and make sense of its infest
so it may not continue to manifest
and ruin my favorite zest
and my soul’s favorite guests.
My Pen and my Auto-Correct.
P.S.
Now that I’ve decompressed
I no longer feel under house arrest
I can now put my pen to rest,
and enjoy my day off treasure chest’s
fuzziest, happiest, coziest best.
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