Time Travelling on a wish...

Time Travelling on a wish...

Time moves, but not moments, necessarily. Some stay buried in the cemeteries of the past, while the rest, whether good or bad, wander with us in the form of a baggage, all the time. But the moments spent with thee remain packed in a special baggage. Let me open them tonight and relive those times again.

The times where in, I used to rest my head on thy lap under the shady tree and go on a pilgrimage in your eyes, tease your plush hair, fondle your pursed pinkish lips to open them up, and finally wait for the clouds to shiver and rains to plunder, so that we could walk together in each others arms across the park lanes.
The times wherein we held hands and strolled the area behind the mall in the windy dusk, and hide behind the bushes to fall into each others arms and grab a quick smooch.
The times wherein I used to fall sick, and you used to toil hard for me, in the kitchen, and I used to hug you from behind and plant playful kisses on your neck and try a hand at washing utensils.
Ohh.. I relived them. But the bag is empty again. The moments have vanished for now. So I'm time travelling on a wish to steal those moments from the past and bring them back so that I can rekindle them again and lock them in my special baggage, for one last time, as I undergo my final respirations, so that I could meet you and gift them in another world.

C Kumar