The mysteries of life,
So bewildering and yet charming.
I still remember the time
I was sleeping there.
I am missing it now...strangely though!
Yet these glimpses give me
A warmth to fill the void and,
A breeze to sense its presence.
I still remember those days,
When I used to wake up in it,
On a sunday so sunny,
And I never felt it all these days.
Strange, isn't it?
Stay away from something,
And you start missing it,
And I am the one calling life "funny"?
The warm sun touching my face,
The birds chirping on the shade,
And my mother calling out;"Get up now!!!
Its 9 O'clock already!!!"
My bedroom, small one,
But I miss it now...strangely though!
Funny enough, it is just that day,
That sunday that i remember!!!
Experiences, good and bad,
I have had it all,
But I never knew that,
Life had planned it all.
My life began as an infant,
And To the adolescence I paced,
So did a lot of memories,
In and out!
In the bleakest of moments
Have I felt the grace,
Of the magical touch of a hand...
A hand I call Friendship.
A shoulder to bay,
A company to tattle,
A group to text
And a hold in need.
An experience tantamount
To being blissful,
More than love,
And yet a commitment!
I am ready to have
The journey in the Boat,
But the funny thing,
I am the Boatman!