An unpoetic poem

I like strange things and

not-so-strange ones and

bright colours and

dark ones

and summer mornings

and rainy nights

and short hair

and long curls

and no-brainers

and things of intellect

and sound of the violin awaking my tear buds

and the smile in my eyes and

the smile in yours

and emotions hitting me with all their force

and I almost drown and

then learn to swim

as life spins me like a wave rising and falling at its whims.