Ordinary Day

I fall asleep to,
your serenade.
I wake up to,
your saving grace.

I see the sun beam the perfect ray,
I wanna send out a gazillion bouquet.
I hear the chords that resonate,
It's just another,
oh oh, oh ordinary day.
aoooh, aoooh

I look from your eyes,
down to your lips.
I feel it from my toes down to my fingertips.

I see the clouds shake,
A sweet array
It's just another,
oh oh, oh ordinary day.
aoooh, aoooh, aoooh, aoooh

On Sunday afternoon we wake up,
to find that snow has fallen down down

We should put our winter clothes on,
and go walking 'round.

And we can sit there,
beside the hills.
Maybe we'll notice that the world is standing still.
Some things may go and,
some stay the same.
in just another
oh oh, oh ordinary day.
aoooh
oh, oh, oh ordinary day
aoooh
oh, oh, oh ordinary day
aoooh
oh, oh, oh ordinary day
aoooh
oh, oh, oh ordinary day

Thank you, Jenny! :)

This makes it all dreamy-crazy.

Dedicated to Chims. Just for the Christmas Night Stay when Pits couldn't understand why we liked it so much:P

All in a day...

You know you will not walk down the path of drama for a long time to come. You set limits for yourself and are glad that a value system does operate. You know the sound of laughter, be it loud, raucous or akin to the sound of chimes. You know that conversation doesn't always define friendships. There are some bonds that go beyond what is said and perhaps those are the ones that last a lifetime. Whether it's beer, good food or sitting on parked vehicles, you know the good times don't end... they just get better. You know how to let go and embark on a new journey. You know what makes you jump with joy... and finally realise the extent of hurt.All in one day. You just know.

"All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope... all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there`s someone perfect... who might be searching for us."

-The Wonder Years

A Day In The Life

We take a little walk across the road. You chatter away non stop while I try to plan a lesson in my head. Then I stop. I listen. Your eyes sparkle as you move from sports and games to animals and colours. I stop again. Let's look at all that's around us. That's a gate. G for gate and H for House. My Ooos and Ahhhs are mixed generously with your stories. We enter the room. You pull out a book and bowl me over with your precision, eye for detail, logic and choice of colours. I am amazed at how content you are with life. You look at me and begin to share what's on your mind. There's a hint of sadness but in a flash of a second it changes into loud, happy giggles. I can't suppress my laughter either. Seeing you smile makes me smile.

We walk back. Me into "reality" and you into your care free world.

"Because of you, I like studying. You make it so easy."

Because of you, I have discovered the pure, unadulterated joy in giving and loving.

Sometimes I wonder who really is the learner.

Irritable. Whimsical. Tired. Moody. Snappy.

I am perfectly happy sitting by myself in one corner of the room. I don't need people to check on me every few hours. If I don't eat, drink water, use the facilities... whatever... it really is my problem. Or not. The older I grow, the lesser I want to stay attached to everything around me.

Life. goes. on.

You mope, you sigh, you whine, you cry

Crib, snarl, smirk, stick your tongue out

You scream and yell, push and squeal

And then...

You smile like a moron :)

I make it a point to say my "I love you"s everyday. I have a reason. My biggest fear in life is to die without people knowing how much they mean to me. Death doesn't scare me even a wee bit. We live, we emote, we die. Nothing before, nothing after. What stays on is love. I'm mad enough to hold onto and enjoy every bit of my over-the-top, dramatic, sometimes illogical/dil-logical, roller coaster ride like life. The thing with love is that the more you give, the more there is to give.... and I think that's wonderful!

When I pass on tomorrow, I want my death to be celebrated. There is no reason to mourn.Instead I hope people spread the love and cheer.

After all, like Emily Dickenson said:

Love—is anterior to Life—
Posterior—to Death—
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Breath—

I'll smile and give you the peace sign. For sure.

Every end is a new beginning.

May your heaven be filled with all the white birds you've seen.

May you find company intelligent enough to follow your smart jokes.

May there be a never ending stack of crosswords to keep you occupied.

May your train always be on track....