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 pilgrim
in this contradicting worldif 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
forget
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 .
3 comments:
Those roots tug at you, limit you in the name of everything...
And I'm happy that you didn't let yourself be confined to petty things...
Sore little girl, up high into the sky,the CORDS may still tug at your heart, at most unwanted of times...
or may be they would learn what stretching the limits is all about....
thank you arifa.. for the prayer and the wishes.these roots are precious but they are painful too.yes they tug,strongly at times,but no;they don't have the power to check me ,to limit my skies.
meher,
molu , your template is classic, archaic n nostalgically beautiful.
but do some about your font colour princess. please use a darker shade.
the present one is smudged into the background . I wonder how Arifa could read that post !... maybbe i'm getting old at last !
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