A book for everyday
to drive away those pangs of sadness
that creeps up on a low dull Tuesday afternoon.

Warm memories
glowing like the sun
to fill in those lonely sundays
while drinking your hot cup of steaming tea.

Roads strewn with autumn leaves in sepia
Reebok shoes lightly stepping on the pavement
as he walks away.

Wilderness in the middle of the city
lost with trees all around
as your mind picks its fancy.

Watch as your hair flies in the wind
jauntily twisting in and out of his reach
chuckling to yourself
suddenly proud of your unruly tresses.

Rain
on a warm bright Sunday
Nature has its own crazy games.
The sun streaks in and around clouds
keeping to its majestic posture
unsettled my impish clouds
that grin in a delightful chorus.

And all of a sudden
a metaphorical object
seems lame,
truer to its original state
And we just laugh at how selfish we are,
to make something mean more than it ever could.

Happiness can be anything,
watching dead leaves flicker in stagnant water,
street dogs chase each other in the sunlight,
fill your thoughts with images you saw from a movie when you were 5
watch your huge coffee as the sugar slowly sinks in through the froth
walk along cobbled streets,
grinning at the anonymity of the place.