in hearts far and near
did you hear?
I was in you
I was in you
we got hot
we got cold
yet death did not take control
I live again..with lots unsaid .untold
from dust to dust we must pass this dunes of time, but as we progress from childhood to youth..we wait for puberty and the time of being young adults..freckled face and unsure eyes..that watch and wait..this time does pass like it has wings to fly..although we want to live long and healthy ..yet we fear from within to be labelled as Old..I was told..the reason Adam got into trouble was..he couldn’t hold back his wish to remain young forever..he feared not to age..but to get old and weary..it is part of our nature..like our father, Adam..to stay young and look younger..than we are 🙂
He replied,” This year it is not“merry” Christmas for me” I instantly got on a self alarm, as he continued to explain. The political scenario has made his work come to a standstill for the last six months. His family was suppose to reach his in-laws for celebrating Christmas and to pay respect to his deceased father in law, but they couldn’t as there was a road blockade. His son, a young boy was crying due to disappointments. The day, which he hoped to be filled with laughter and smiles, was turning out to be lonely and depressive..he didn’t even want to say the word,”Merry”
I felt his pain, I could understand how he was traumatized, financially and socially ..small things make us happy, yet those opportunities when denied due to any reasons beyond our control..makes a parent sad..his wife was planning this outing for the last three years..and this year made her really upset..because they were sort of hostage within their house..when will we be free to move and enjoy..I want freedom and peace.
It seems we must tell our leaders to promise us peace and we can be happy with whom we want to be, where we want to go and whatever we want to do 🙂
what clouds can do..except roar.. slowly floats..from east to west and showers away..as it goes..I run and chase..the breeze in daze..I want to touch the clouds so much..but can not fly..I envy the birds and butterflies..take me with you..I have no wings no force to push my body to float..to repel. the gravity pull..I want to know how many drops will surface the earth..and winter will see..the snow fall as we freeze..still..
I want to feel the first snow..the first rains that washes away clean my soul..How many things..I never can count nor see..measure or reverse..life is uncontrollable ..uneasy..unfulfilled..yet..life is prized..and will be enjoyed..in all four seasons that I want to live..spring to summer..autumn to winter..I am here.in all cycles of seasons..they got many reasons to be..each year..each day