Confused

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.