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Wish i could go back to my jovial days...
a kid so desirous, searching for a hope in between the rays,
looking up for SOMEONE hidden behind those curtains...
trying to stand upon his legs.. balancing the self against the nature.
Wishing to remove the curtains to get a glimpse of, ...to feel the rhythm of the rain...
like GOD and the kid, playing Hide-and-Seek, though it was not a game !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why didn't He ever tell me what's my price ???
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Wish i could go back to mom's lap..
want to feel the love.. the care again..
this time i promise, will feel it from deep my heart..
what the mother means to a baby, and what the baby to a mother,
Touching those hands again..wishing she would love me the limits beyond...
no more cravings would left for the touch evermore, my heart has for a long !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice..
Why He forces me feel like i don't have heart, but a slice ???
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Wish i could go back to the nearby house..
want to fight again with the fat stubborn child..
again.. wish to play with the image i loved the most..
want to re-step all the footprints again..i have lost,
Wish to have once again.. that roller coaster ride...
wish to see those planes and those yellow kites !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why always behaves like He is the master of disguise ???
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Yes, really i wish i could get back to those moments of my life..
finding it easy to heal all my wounds, if going back to be a child,
At least a hope, an expectation, and a Mother to care, when a baby cries...
looking for a hand against these tears, no-one else knows what they really price,
To erase all those colorful fingerprints from the wall of my heart..
and to be assured i would not remember that yesterday anymore..
wishing for someone to lock that door, no-one can open evermore !!
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why doesn't He like if i would want to sleep..want to close my eyes ???
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Realizing the fact..there is no way to get back to my jovial days...
again so desirous, again searching for a hope in between the rays,
again feels like i am playing Hide-and-Seek, though not with God.. but SOMEONE ELSE..
Again wish to remove the curtains to get a glimpse of.. to feel the rhythm of HER presence,
want to voice my feelings.. but always ends up with what doesn't make sense !!
With due respect to the word "commitment"... want to ask looking into her eyes...
"So grant me the honor that i ask of thee...
if i want to hold your hand.. will you marry me ?"
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Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why wouldn't He like if I would get more than what's my price ???
Why didn't He ever ask me for my choice...
Why didn't He ever tell me what's my price ???
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Thanks for being so patient while reading my "Essay-sort-of-Poem" :P
God Bless You !! :)
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4 comments:
vry nice poem,words r beautifuly put 2gthr 2 xprss d emotions...quite impressive.
you already knw.. so why should HE ask ?
Hey! Thanks for stopping by! Knowing or knowing is not what actually matters :)
Wish the same for you!
P.S.: Have been to all 4 of ur blogs and was wondering where to leave comment until I found this entry which had comments. Writing here thinking u'd read it here. ;)
Sweety.
hmmm... actually i didn't write much and anyway nobody reads them... thanks btw!!
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