Chapter 12 - An affair to remember

He walks by, coffee in hand,
an easy smile and an awkward greet

I always smile back, and busy myself
Lest our eyes should meet

I dare not let that happen
His are blue and mine are brown

What if we set the world on fire?
I look up and he looks down

Some day , by accident, I worry
I might just let myself slip

The world hinges then on the
chasm between the cup and the lip.

Musical Musing for a day like this : https://youtu.be/0JFqU7mPK7U

Chapter 11 - Of Loss

I touched her hand and the searing pain once again scorched my head.

I wiped my own tears and she consoled me, once again. 

I don't think I will ever be able to tell anyone what my loss means to me.

I can feel her loss, though. I can feel her pain in my head. I can weep her tears.

She does not have to say anything either. Loss has no words. No context.Its just nothingness

and emptiness that cannot be compensated. 

To everyone who has felt it, I feel you.

Chapter 10 - To dance

Ponyo asks "Are you dancing?"

I say to her "Always.

When I walk or run,

when I am laughing

or when i am goofing around

with you, having fun.

When I am happy or sad

when I am in a mood

for nothing, or when I am 

relaxing or even when I am mad.

When the music can be heard aloud

Then you see me move

 my arms and feet like

the dancing you know about

Maybe you see me 'floss'

or salsa, move like a wave,

sometimes a robot, or an odd

mix of Bollywood and hip-hop

But even when its quiet, words unsaid,

When all you hear is maybe

the wind or my breath, slight and soft

I am dancing in my head. "

For my darling daughter, who takes pride in her dancing mommy. Who wondered why hers was sitting out of a show when she could be dancing herself.

For my darling son, who thinks his mom can never beat his buddy in a dance off.  True story. I tried and conceded. The class watched on amused. 

Like the quote goes, dear kids, when you hear the beat, always always dance ! Dance with your feet, dance with your heart, dance with your soul, dance without a care. 

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” 
― Friedrich Nietzsche