Tuesday, November 29, 2016

A most unfortunate series of events

Not the best thing
To find
A giant hole
In the spot that used to be
Your car window
At the end of a long,
Exhausting day.

637

Monday, November 28, 2016

The Switch

I didn't find it
But I found way around it
And got it all to look different
Without the rose-colored glasses

636

Sunday, November 27, 2016

You're Here

Not always easy
Not always charming
Thank you though,
You're always
Here

635

Rough

It will,
I know it will get better
Today, though
I am at the bottom of a very steep hill

634

Friday, November 25, 2016

Big, Bigger,

And so it goes
All that was once small
Is eternally now bigger
But only till it is small again

633

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Torn

Grateful for a moment to breathe
to catch my moment
before it escapes my helpless hold

Grateful for freedoms
that let me be
torment-laden or not
as I please

Grateful for this, that, and Tomorrow
as I watch you grow
Grateful for what is
And whatever may come to be

Aching though
for the graves we stand on
in order to celebrate
to feast

632

Almost there

631 days gone by
And each has been its own
Unique bundle of newness
What does tomorrow hold?
I wonder what 632 will bring

631

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Terrible

Hopefully
Tomorrow will be better
That the terrible, no good, hopeless day
That was today.

630

Monday, November 21, 2016

Full Cups

When old hearts meet
colliding in new homes
tailoring memories that are ours...
This heart and all my cups,
are full.

Full of love,
of knowing...
That my life is interconnected.
Intersections that weave,
through pasts and
futures we can only dream of.

Creating tomorrow through...
Questions,
fears,
anger,
hope.
Above all,
Love.

629

Sunday, November 20, 2016

And more to come

As the word spreads...
So do my little wings
Heading to happy places
With you

628

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Over this hill

It's more of a question
Than a statement
Ridden with pauses
Too deliberate to not notice
And too tiring to stifle
Am I?
Am I over this hill yet?

627

Friday, November 18, 2016

Many Yous

When there are many yous
What do you with them
Which one do you listen to
How do you who is real

What of they turn against you?

626

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

So silly!

Dear Dan,

We're so silly, huh?  At least we're silly together! Will you remember this day, when I sniffed your beer and we were the kinky chipmunks who lost so badly at the regal beagle?

Thanks for being silly with me!

Tumharee, hamesha,
Suparna

624

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Don't Burn

Don't burn, she says
How to not, I wonder
You left me doused in kerosene
And lit the last match

623

Monday, November 14, 2016

Healing

Maybe now we can
Move on to new and better
Places together

622

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Hand holding

Sick of holding your hand
Guiding you through
The guilt of your privilege
And misogyny
Next time,
Pick up your own weight
My hands are full already

621

Roller-coaster

When you have the chance to use your voice
Take it
For many it's nor a choice
When you get pushed the edge
And you can walk away
Remember to count your privilege

620

Friday, November 11, 2016

Glad you did

Dear Dan,

When we were talking today about all the reasons went you told me you loved me when and how you did, we could've talked for ages. We could've discussed nuances. We could've debated specifics
But I want you to know, overlooking all of that, I am so glad you told me.

I love you,
Suparna

619

Thursday, November 10, 2016

On and on and on he goes

Lifehouse warned me
To stay wary of
Fairy tales
And
Castles made of sand

Yet all I want to do
For just one moment
Is to escape into them

618

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Grief

Something died last night
Something big
It didn't die quietly
But it didn't put up
Much of a fight

There were other casualties too
That I mourn
From last night

617

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Good night, America

Putting democracy to sleep
Tonight
I learned is difficult
You have to stare it in the eye
And see every demon
Glare back
Through your skin

Tomorrow,
When you wake up-

The sun will still rise
Though curtains of fear
Shroud entirely

You'll still park your car where you did today,  and yesterday
Though you will have many tears to dry
From your sometimes silent
Sometimes loud crying
When no one was watching
And yet everyone saw

As humanity wept
As hearts broke
As marriages and bonds were declared illegal and unholy
As parents were walled away from their children
As people were persecuted based on the color of their skin or the body they were born into

Life will go on.
For some though
It slowly died tonight

Only hope
Lives

616

Monday, November 7, 2016

Last Night

On the verge
Of this very last eve
Before things change
And we get to tell this story
As triumph, relief,
Or tragedy

615

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Back to your past

Dear Dan,

Thank you for showing me a glimpse of your past by taking me Back to the Future again! Such funny coincidences and ironies in there! I love being a part of you, your past, your now, and hopefully our Tomorrow.

Tumharee,
Suparna

613

Friday, November 4, 2016

I like you

Dear Dan,

I love writing love letters to you. I want to tell you, I've felt it for years. I even tell you almost everyday. But, I want to write it to you today: I like you. I really, really like you.

Love you,
S

612

Thursday, November 3, 2016

Monado

I see now
Hope you can become so easily lost
In this other world
And the feeling of being
Everywhere
And
Nowhere

611

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Small Fractions of Everyday

Today will be yet another day
Weary
reflections
tell me how to feel
Not entirely sure if I should
believe
the lies they hide under obvious
truths
A mere visitor
a tourist through the attraction of my
life
maybe Tomorrow will be another?

610

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

You are my gift

My dear Dan,

I often think of days like today.  Days on which you showed up, were beyond present, and held down the fort with your anchoring. You are my gift. The best gift a human being could receive. You are my love.

I love you, and I love the gift of you,
Suparna

609