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Language

You were not speaking the words, I thought you would speak,

And suddenly you knew a language, That I was yet to learn,

I tried to decipher, But they did not make any sense,

And I left wondering – Why would you do so?

 

Don’t think so much, Don’t think so much

Echoed in my ear….

What does that mean –

Don’t expect so much,

Don’t love so much,

Don’t feel so much,

Don’t trust so much.

 

“I love you”,

“If you are not happy; neither am I”,

And,

“Don’t you trust me?”,

Were the sweet sounds, I still remember,

The lovely words, you carved in my heart and mind.

 

And when I fell, When I fell hard,

When I felt weak, Tired and Lost;

I searched for you,

Because, Yes I trust you;

But I could not find,

What I needed the most.

 

I showed you the scars behind my beauty,

The pain behind my smile,

I told you the fear behind my strength,

Hoping you would brace me tight;

And I will rest a little,

Before I could again fight.

 

For those who love you,

Extend their hands to pull you up,

Every time you fall;

And not just say –

“That’s not the deepest place one fell,

That’s not a problem that grave,

Why are you so weak?

Why is the help you ask?

For we all are busy in life,

And you should be more understanding;

For I could appreciate your smile,

But come your tears and I go away a mile.”

 

Then I realized –

We know different languages,

It is just a matter of time;

Sometimes we speak the same,

Sometimes we don’t.

And in that moment –

Love was my language,

Practicality was yours.

 

I will cross all hurdles

Tiny, Small, Big

But with you by my side………

Let it be,

I know I am strong enough.

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