By
Sheena Pillai Singh
Wandering Thoughts
Looking back fondly
those days which flew by;
When the world was asleep,
When no one else mattered
but you and me..
I know you are near
at my arm’s length,
I wish you could see
how much I miss
your being there for me
I remember the day you said
how happy I made you
and you really meant it…
I miss the old you…
The old me;
and the old “Us”
who could talk
for hours,
never run out of topics,
the laughter,
the reviews,
your calling up
just to say “hi”
when time stood still,
when in each other’s words
seemed to be the only space
we wanted to be..
Pseudonym
Once in a lifetime
Each one of us
Need a Pseudonym,
For identifying
Our encircling freedom
Of expression,
Vulnerability,
For Loving without
Expectations…
For Bringing out
That Inner child in us,
Without being judged….
For expressing
Our inner fears
Hidden behind
Wet and glossy masks….
To love and get lost
Within ourselves,
Seeking innate peace…
Enlightening our minds,
Vanishing boundaries…
Picking up Pearls
Of wisdom and faith
Tuned In Perfect rhythm,
With our souls..
Once in a lifetime
Each one of us
Love being invisible,
Just to strike the chords
Of heart and soul
Sync with those
Finer moments of life …
It conveys a genuine desire to recapture the happiness and closeness that once existed. your poem effectively conveys a sense of longing and nostalgia, evoking emotions of missing someone deeply.