Sometimes, I feel a little lonely
Love is like thin air in the field
when I want it and can’t even grasp it!
If only it was the flowers in the meadow
you brought home to us….
I am shattering my disgrace of not thinking about you enough
when the diaspora of my convictions
fall to the earth like a pouring rain
and you become a figment of the past
I should have always imagined
how profound was your fortress of love
like a sky that I still can’t fathom which way is above and below
And just when I think I have breached all the dimensions,
the call for you gets more imminent with age!
The stars are reminding me that their light is so distant, it gets too cold
And I am but a frailty, running wild in the darkness of my ego
When I should have turned to you, a long time ago
This realisation is gnawing at me, there is a stupidity of the soul
And sometimes, we can be our own hyenas lurking in the jungle
Sometimes, I feel the pain
And I know it is my own fault that I measured my love for you in vain
Your beauty is like the tallest sturdy mountain that speaks not its name
But is so high against my window, how could I have only seldom glanced
to ignore its miracle magic, like a conversation I failed to make
Even if it began with a question…all those faraway lands were ours to take
Pride of place is a mere spot on the siege, but glory is of eternity made
And when I feel so lonely
Like I’ve finished counting all the stars, counting all the hours
A moment stops in my palm, stills all the motion of the world
And, suddenly, I am the little boy whistling in your arms!
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