“World through a child’s eye”

 I saw you come through the black giant door which symbolizes my boundary, I saw you walk drenched in attires I wish I could owe, and I saw you smile desiring it belonged to my face, the delightful one. You stood in front of me, your hand touched mine , a wave of stillness hovering me for the delicate manicured ones of yours to the rough filthy of mine. I came near you for the wonderful smell of your aura and the very next second when the thought struck “I am wearing the same clothes from past 7 days", I stepped back. I kept staring at you, my eyes immobile, transfixed at your sumptuous bracelets, glamorous watch covered hand, dancing earrings, lustrous skin all singing aloud of your royalty. You came for minutes but you left glimpses of a world unknown, thousands questions in mind, a longing to walk, talk like you, a broken heart and tears in eyes. It was easy for you to leave.....but the desolation that held me after you was killing. You turned back and walked away, within second’s you were out of sight but your giggling voices still echoed in my ear, the walls contained the impression of your life, a life devoid of nothing. Hardest was to see your warm deep eyes, a gentle smile and the lips saying "goodbye". I never said "don’t go" and you thought I would soon overcome. As you left me in that mountain covered with all snow, chilly breeze difficult to breeze, hardness flew in and the silence pierced my spirit. Sometimes I wished you would be a star, eternally with me. I know I am just one out of many people in your life, quite insignificant, useless but you mean something more than a blessing to me. Just your being instills in me the hope that I am a part of universe although very small. I see you and wish, wish some more, dream, cherish, crave, cry....all hopeless. No No I am not jealous of you, not at all, don’t assume so. I just have unanswered queries. Is it my fate that I am so? Are all these my sins I am paying off?? Till when am I going to suffer? How long will my desolation continue? The tears have dried up now. The throat parched, dreams are dust overlaid. No freshness steals my mind. I am rotten. Yes I am! Is there anything that can purify my insane soul so that I can see the light of the bright world? I am still waiting. I am waiting to be blessed!!

Reviews

[Joseph Eluzai]

How long will my desolation continue? Iam still waiting.....to be blessed! This piece rings true to me in a way. The deep yearning is so telling. Profound!