In the Sky
as deep as blue oceans,
azure as ever,
I do have a longing
for the clouds
that once taught me
imaginations takes shapes
if you seek with a true heart.
I befriended them as a kid
with no intent whatsoever,
Twenty years have passed,
I just seek the same imagination,
of a kid running in fields
lying on the grass
and seeing his imagination take shapes.
It’s tough now,
Maybe something happened.
Maybe Life happened.
Tag Archives: childhood
Up in Air Friend
How I miss being held in hands
and being carried every place
How I miss being grabbed and kissed
and getting chosen every time
How I miss the laughter I hear
and fights they have for me
Yet I depart alone untouched
with no one helping me
I will drift away far from love
far from you all
Without a aim to the blues
to the heavens above
I wonder is that how you all people meet your end
I wish we will meet somewhere up
like a lost filled up friend.
– Balloon.
Paper-Boat
Sitting in a coffee shop,
with a beautiful book to read,
seeing the raindrops falling,
all over the leaves,
through the fogged mirror,
something catches my attention,
a little girl rushes in the rain,
with such utter excitement,
she sits at the pavements,
and sails the paper boat,
that glides over the rain tide,
with no one aboard,
the girl sees the boat,
till it’s out of sight,
sighed a beautiful prayer,
with all faith in her might,
and I sit and wonder,
where did we fall apart?,
turning the pages of books,
is that what we really are?
she saw me sitting inside,
signaled me to join,
I learned the paper-boat again,
indeed it sailed pretty fine.
Writings to Heaven 