I want to sky dive.
I want to write.
I want to write.
I want to go walking along the mountain trails
with cold air combing through my hair.
I want to sit and ruminate.
with cold air combing through my hair.
I want to sit and ruminate.
I want to toast
my face with the clear heat from the Sun
on a chilly winter day.
I want to dip my toes in an azure blue ocean
on a balmy afternoon.
on a chilly winter day.
I want to dip my toes in an azure blue ocean
on a balmy afternoon.
I want to write.
I want to
journey on train
and watch people and places
and read the stories on their faces.
and watch people and places
and read the stories on their faces.
I want to catch
calm by its collar
in the stillness of a Chapel.
I want to close my eyes
and flip through the album of memories.
in the stillness of a Chapel.
I want to close my eyes
and flip through the album of memories.
I want to write.
I want to drench
my soul with my beloved
in the first showers of monsoon
like all those summers back
when our hearts danced to the same tune.
in the first showers of monsoon
like all those summers back
when our hearts danced to the same tune.
I want to hold
on to
some moments from the past.
I want to once again travel through life
with some of those that did not last.
some moments from the past.
I want to once again travel through life
with some of those that did not last.
I want to write.
I want to find
quiet corners
in the house, and in my mind.
I want to read and see places
which are otherwise hard to find.
in the house, and in my mind.
I want to read and see places
which are otherwise hard to find.
I want to watch
a garden bloom.
I want to stare at squirrels
scurrying away on business on
the giant Neem tree.
I want to stare at squirrels
scurrying away on business on
the giant Neem tree.
I want to speak
with the Peacock
as he perches himself just outside my window.
as he perches himself just outside my window.
I want to write.
I want to once
again taste the warmth of joy.
I want to relearn innocence and curiosity
from every little girl and boy.
I want to relearn innocence and curiosity
from every little girl and boy.
I want to let
some things be.
Some things I want to change.
I want to set free the spirited.
Just as much I wish to rein in the mad.
Some things I want to change.
I want to set free the spirited.
Just as much I wish to rein in the mad.
I want to make
peace with myself.
I want to be in rhythm with nature.
I want to leave luck to itself.
I want to take my own stand.
I want to be in rhythm with nature.
I want to leave luck to itself.
I want to take my own stand.
I want to write.
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1 comment:
Very lovely, Aruna, I can see your lovely Dehradun (as it used to be once upon a time) in your words.
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