Why would i wish to come back,
If not for the warmth of your love
and the lush green fields
that saw the birth of my first lines..
Why would i choose
to be a banished pilgrimin this contradicting world
if not to worship the memories
and the self you gave me.
I know I'll have to relive this
Again and again,till the very end
You may deny this,may even misconstrue
Like the Earth,you can nourish and then
But the river doesn't change
Between you and me.
the silver cord tying me to u can't lie
Can't mislead,I'll have to come back
But i don't mind,can't wind up
Because this is a Journey
That tells me who i am
This is a path of mirrors
Which shows me a little girl
Who missed the lovely brown curls
that shone like tiny specks of sunlight
On her mother's soft forehead .