That's all I do, that's all I can...
Wading through these dark desolate waters,
I know not what awaits me,
But with my fingers crossed, I still wait.
Deep rooted thoughts arise from within,
Questioning the complexity of the time to come.
Yet, with a discerning hope I move ahead;
Unbeknownst to the world lying outside.
Forbearance is a trait I have acquired,
Looking beyond the uncertainties in life.
The wait still plays a pivotal role;
Transforming, transferring, teaching.
Tomorrow is a day I look forward to,
Every passing moment captured with grace.
I know not when this sojourn will ever end,
But with my fingers crossed, I still wait.
I can ask you all but this kind...
What really goes on in a lady's mind?
Did it hurt you when I boldly opined?
What really goes on in a lady's mind?
Inside her head are a million things confined...
What really goes on in a lady's mind?
Difficult it is to comprehend and unwind...
What really goes on in a lady's mind?
Surely would be happy if you at least defined...
What really goes on in a lady's mind?
Does she really care or is she being unkind?
What really goes on in a lady's mind?
Many a brave hearts have panicked and resigned...
What really goes on in a lady's mind?
To understand this we are most inclined...
What really goes on in a lady's mind?
Trying to know, the ultimate sufferers are us "man" kind...
What really goes on in a lady's mind?
How gleeful I was, I realized as I lay thinking
so fast could we strike a chord I never did imagine.
Always have I desired to see you in your full glory
and now I believe that moment has finally come true.
Did that give me smile or cheers I asked myself
to have experienced your rich history and your benevolent past?
Was it the joy of discovering my roots
or finding the unexplored territorial waters of my kin?
Stranded away from reality was I in the years gone by,
to have snubbed you away from my rather unequivocal vision.
Never will this happen again, I swore to myself
as enough of losses I have to compensate for already.
Now that the door has cracked open and the gaps narrowed,
like the pages of an open book my feelings are exhibited.
This had to happen one day I told myself with conviction,
that it’s obviously better late than never again.
What the hell is this pain?
Difficult it is to explain.
Will somebody tell me how to proclaim?
Or afraid are we of bringing back the shame?
Bothered are our hearts as we become reclusive,
enough to make presumptions of us being elusive.
Only people, who have felt, experienced or empathise,
have the capacity to really actualise.
People who are helpless, naïve and credulous,
definitely show the tendency to be acrimonious.
For only those, who are proactive, bright and benignant,
stands a chance to display signs of being resilient.
Have we swayed too far away from reality,
or cold-blooded have we become to form such mentality?
Human feelings have been infested and bugged,
to the extent of dear ones being shrugged.
With false pride we swagger and move,
just to hide our emotions and disprove.
So awake and arise my fallen friend in the abyss,
because, ignorance, is in fact bliss!
I miss my childhood, I miss my teens
I miss everything that happened in between
I miss my walks, I miss my talks
I also miss the good old ‘On the Rocks’
I miss the gatherings, I miss the meetings
I even miss the daily morning greetings
I miss the days, I miss the nights
I miss those bright and exciting daylights
I miss my rides, I miss my fights
I miss the occasional “love bites”
I miss my drinks, I miss my eats
I also miss a few heartbeats
I miss my dreams; I miss the screams
I miss the days of extremes
I miss my role, I miss my soul
I miss everything on the whole
I miss the beginning, I miss the ending
If I don’t say this, I’m #$%^&@ pretending
