Just a Thought
If I could string all the people I love, together and make sure they stayed? The guy with the clown nose would, then, always have his clown nose, Didi would love twilights forever, Baba have that strange silver hair in his ears, and Ma would never give up thinking she looks like Ash.
Then, perhaps, Moonchai will continue pretending he’s not bored, and go on. B would, forever, have a crush on me, and the little girl next door, with her eternal-pony-tails, dreams of seeing me play the flute in a Big Stage, before a Big Audience.
Ferrari and ‘P’ would never run out of each other, and neither would I, ever, ever mind having so many people inside.
If I could lock all the sounds that bring meaning to my life, in a song and make sure they stayed? Perhaps, the patter of rain on some tin roof or the wind-chime in the wind or the sound of dew drops falling….
And if I could put all the colors these things add to my life, in a big piece of canvas, and make sure they stayed? Never jading, fading or mutating?
The days, then, would, be full of laughter; the nights, full of stars.
Amid’ an orange colored twilight, over the roof-top, I wouldn’t mind being forever lost in my worthless hobbies, in the clouds changing from a dragon's tail to a phoenix, in my red gulmohar tree, in my impossible dreams. Happy, that time can never betray me.
Or, the child inside.
Falling in love with life would be easier.
-Rai
Then, perhaps, Moonchai will continue pretending he’s not bored, and go on. B would, forever, have a crush on me, and the little girl next door, with her eternal-pony-tails, dreams of seeing me play the flute in a Big Stage, before a Big Audience.
Ferrari and ‘P’ would never run out of each other, and neither would I, ever, ever mind having so many people inside.
If I could lock all the sounds that bring meaning to my life, in a song and make sure they stayed? Perhaps, the patter of rain on some tin roof or the wind-chime in the wind or the sound of dew drops falling….
And if I could put all the colors these things add to my life, in a big piece of canvas, and make sure they stayed? Never jading, fading or mutating?
The days, then, would, be full of laughter; the nights, full of stars.
Amid’ an orange colored twilight, over the roof-top, I wouldn’t mind being forever lost in my worthless hobbies, in the clouds changing from a dragon's tail to a phoenix, in my red gulmohar tree, in my impossible dreams. Happy, that time can never betray me.
Or, the child inside.
Falling in love with life would be easier.
-Rai
posted by Puff at
March 26, 2007
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