The warmth of the familiar day,
or the mysterious new moon night.
The chirpy birds on every branch,
or on my skin the first touch of the moon light.
I have embraced nothing,
but the love I had for you all this while.
Empty as it may be,
memories crawl in with every sigh.
The silence of the night speaks to me,
in a language I cannot understand,
I hope its just singing a song
on its own and not signaling me to some new bend.
I want to leave you behind,
see the new shores,
see who is me,
see if I can hold on to this smile,
Would you call it love if I crawled back inside
or if I grow wings to soar up high.
Would you call it love if I walk with my heartbeats
or with the reasonable whips of mind.
Am I really lost,
or just scared,
Do I have the answers
or have not asked the questions yet,
A new flower in the garden,
loses a petal with the wind ...
I wish I had no control,
I wish i could control the time.