The gray headed mind didnt let the heart be young,
So many beautiful songs that could never be sung,
How it is to dance in the first summer rain,
or fall ill to hear mom's soft grumblings again and again,
How it is to trust someone blindly,
or be deceived by the same person slyly,
How it is to cry when one is ecstatic,
or shed a few tears on something really tragic,
How it is to love someone wihout any conditions,
or silently tolerate all its afflictions,
How it is to revolt when something is not right,
or totally be ignorant like a child,
A zillion more feelings, I wanted to know,
the desire might never end though,
The gray headed mind didnt let the heart be young,
So many beautiful songs that could never be sung,
(Inspiration drawn while reading The Holy Bible)
There is "someone" staring at me from the mirror,
"Someone" who scares me if I try to get nearer,
Follows me when I am on the go or in deep slumber,
With passing time, "her" whispers in my ears are
getting clearer and clearer..
She bears my face, my eyes, my nose, my voice,
But with a pair of moist eyes and so much poise.
Perhaps that is what makes her so naggingly different.
As I lay on my bed in introspection to find this reason,
She spoke, " Nothing will come out of a mind thats ignorant."
"I was a part of you, once upon a time, who was torn apart
from you by a demon."
"And ever since I departed did you mourn my absence even once?"
"Do you still miss my being when there is a fork on the way that comes?"
"I seek an answer to all these questions as I am the one who has to
face the court",
"What about you, you will dissolve with the ashes leaving me without
any support."
I grope for words to tell how badly I have missed her at the time,
When I had to manipulate my words where the lines didn't rhyme,
And now I exactly get the difference between the two of us..
She worries about the judgement that awaits her in the skies,
Whereas surviving every moment down here, is the distress in my eyes.
