Finding the face of familiarity

This day today

The one that's like yesterday

Reminds me of that little joy

Of watching the endless green fields

From the window of that train

That time of ageless innocence

When puddles in the rain

Was all and enough

For the paper boat to sail

This monument today

The one like the debris of yesterday

Two hidden stories of a century

One not quite told, another incomplete

Nights of rain, days of thunder

And the finest stones, rarest words

Yet they failed to say

The beauty of a hundred years

For the clear sky above gave it away

This woman today

The one like I had met yesterday

Both of the dark, moist eyes

That peeled every warmth of winter

Yet not finding within the joys of summer

Could have drawn you in my paintings

If you had absorbed the white's reflection

And we could have left the grey altogether

Like a lonely thought in the tiresome desert

This poem today

The one that has lines like yours

A bit lost when stumbling on a noisy street

In peace when looking from the room's window

Though I may not find all the verses today

Let me just give you some metaphors

So that when today is a bygone

Will fill the missing lines in the morning

From our dreams

Some from yours and rest from mine

(Painting- Not to be Reproduced by Rene Magritte)

Far and wide, I longed for green

Abyss, cold mountains
Wilderness, scorching deserts
Far and wide, I longed for green
On the way, wrote a poem or two

A boy I met, he smiled often
Another one, he cried the  other's share
Together we played till the breeze lasted
Then came the rain, and the two kites sank

Shook hands with a man named Peace
Laughed with a woman named Happiness
Searched in her persuasive dark eyes
That moment, when evening sun melts in moon

At sea, picked up a solitary white feather
In each other, we found a friend lost
Walked, relived those days we used to fly
Then that wave, and feather said goodbye

Traveling, lot of years went by
Outside my window, found the green under a white sky
Had finally found, could now lie down and spend the rest
Movement had all been the life, thought I
Smiling, I set out again, in search of the magenta sky

(Painting- Impression, Sunrise by Claude Monet in 1872 depicting Le Havre in France)