Love can never be defined,
But for me you gave it a meaning.
Haven’t written in quite a while,
Maybe was hiding somewhere in an exile.
My mind has been filled with so many thoughts off late,
Each time making the warm food cold, served in the plate,
Wishing each day I could still be the small boy writing on my slate.
Life gave me loads to think too soon,
Even before I learnt to count stars near the moon,
The darkness of the night gathered all over and from then have been waiting for noon.
I envisage the dream of our togetherness from long,
Dancing and singing near the lake like a movie song,
Where everything looks picture perfect and nothing could ever be wrong.
My dreams and thoughts never take rest,
Wishing and hoping everything to be the best,
Building for my family the world’s best nest,
One day I’ll show the world who I am, thumping my chest.
In the meanwhile, I have a lot to salvage,
I wish to go ahead without any rage,
And as always doing things before age.
This is just the beginning part,
I’ll write till I empty my heart.