Continuing again, the fourth part of the poem (excerpt from one of my longer poems) -  

IV

Those days when being mercurial in our moods 

We touched upon the feathers of so many people 

And were thrashed

When no food, no bed, nobody standing

At any door to welcome

Those days 

When our pockets remained empty 

Most of the waking hours, and

When uncomfortable thoughts kept us awake

Those days

When we wore our hangovers openly

When the dead calm surrounded us

Those days when we were not happy 

And those days 

When we were brimming with happiness

We’ll go on indefinitely, gazing at those days

Sometimes not gazing, but grazing

Since truth has a mind of its own

As they say

(From my poetry collection, “Always in Transit”)

(Top Photo: The Pablo Picasso painting, worth 600 euros, created in 1919, which disappeared while being transported from Madrid to an exhibition in the southern city of Granada on October 17, 2025.