Stories we tell

You already know what I’ve in my mind
but I’m not going to tell you anymore ..
I’m going to write it on a signboard in
bold letters and put it outside your door ..
We need stories to look back and smile about
when you’re sixty nine and I’m seventy four ..
I’m thinking, this would make a great one ..

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Residues of a Memory

If you could remember,
Remember me, like a broken string of guitar
remembers an old love song
Like the dark side of the moon remembers the sun
Like every fallen leaf remembers the spring ..

If you could remember,
Remember me, for the smiles I brought on your face
not the tears I left you with
For the songs that filled your heart and soul
For the times we had, and the seasons long gone ..

If you could remember,
Remember me, when the night sky says good bye
to a lonely star falling down
When you see the clouds on a sunny day, or
When you see the sun on a cloudy day
Only If you could still remember ..

But if you must forget, forget to remember me ..

Last Song

One last song for the seasons to come
Of pineapple leaves and cherry blossoms
A song for all those moments I’ll cherish
For all those little things that I’ll miss ..

I must leave now
But in our songs I’ll live forever
For what is death ?
A bridge from one life to another ..

Write your name in my last heartbeat
Be the last memory that I’ll ever have
One last goodbye kiss before I leave
Till one more lifetime in your arms ..

I love the rain and I always will
But not the one, runs down on your cheeks
For I’ll born again in your smiles
And die a thousand when you weep ..

So, when I leave don’t cry me a river
Don’t be a prisoner of my memories
But if you must do, then find me a place
Where no one cries, where no one worries ..

Along the highway to a river
Far from the city, but not too far
Find me a heaven to rest forever
Next to a tree, under the stars ..

Leave there a rose and a picture of us
And on a stone do carve this song
Its the last song that I’ll ever write
Our song for all those seasons to come
Of pineapple leaves and cherry blossoms ..

Alternate universe

In an alternate universe where,
there’s a better version of me
and there’s another you just as
stunningly beautiful as you are
Would things be any different?

Like you’d be the one who falls for me
the very first time our eyes meet ..
Like you’d be the one who learns
a new language just to speak with me ..
Like you’d be the one who is writing this
and hoping like mad
that such a universe exists
Not a hundred million light years far
but right here, just a heartbeat away …

Answers

“Make a wish”

“Anything ??”

“Yes, anything under the sun”

“Okay.. But who’s going to make it true ??”

“Me ..”

“I’m sorry. Who are you again ??”

“An angel ..”

“I don’t have a wish. I’ve a question”

“Go ahead, ask anything”

“Then tell me, who killed my soul ??”

“It’s not dead yet”

“So where is it now ??”

“I said ONE wish ..”

Regrets

“We humans, are the most unfortunate of them all”

Whispered Victor in that husky old voice.

“All of our lives we search for the meaning of life, the true purpose of our existence. But no one really gets the whole picture until it’s too late”

Albert had this confused look on his face. “I’m Sorry Mr.Garcia, I think I lost you on that.” Said the young doctor.

“You won’t actually realize what does it all mean, not until you’re me. Not until you’re a lonely 80 years old man, lying in his hospital bed, staring at the roof and counting the number of seconds since the last time you felt the cold breath of death down on your neck. In that moment you can see it all clearly.”

He could barely put those words together.

“Life is all about a few simple choices. The ones you make as you go along. Because when you look back at the end of your journey, that’s all you can see. Some of them makes you smile again, some fills your heart with regret. I can tell you son, that feeling of regret is what makes death painful. It’s like going from this world leaving some part of you behind. Because you know wherever your journey takes you next, you’re never going to be complete”

“Okay, I can see what you’re trying to say. But, why are you telling me all this ??” Asked Albert.

“Because I want to die without any regrets”

— People and Places