Reasoning..

When I was a little girl
I thought the world had just two halves
One belonged to me
And the other was always too far.
When I was a little girl
The world was black and white
Other colours were on my palette
But none ever reached my mind.
But now I somehow know better
Guess that's what an education is about
Now I know that there are people in between
And that time is a relative muddle.
I now know that those I leave behind
May tomorrow be a part of me again
And I know that all my sorrows today
May be the source of my joy someday again.
This moment that I cherish now
May be my worst enemy someday
And time is a most fickle friend
Mine today, with someone else the next day.
And sometimes there are no right answers
And sometimes there's no brightness
And sometimes there's all this confusion
But after all that there's happiness.
After every sadness
I'll find a love to make me breathe again
After all my disappointments
I'll find my groove again.
And if I don't find my little place
I know I'll find you
With your outstretched arms and your calming smile
I'll know that it's just you.
I'll feel safe again and I'll learn to walk
In the face of all my fears
I'll learn to live again and love.
As I grow out of my shell
I'll find us all a way
It may not be that perfect
But it will surely be new.
Your strength and faith give me solace
Now I need not find a crutch
I can surely break my own shackles
And to top it all even yours.
Those colours in my mind,
I'll use to paint your life
Inconsequential sadnesses shall be left far behind.
Sometimes we take life seriously
A tad bit too often
I've learnt that we must move on
Learn to live a life without always looking for a reason.

Shhh...

Blinking my eyes
Sheer disbelief writ large
Realization in a place within
And only a smile to show for it all.
Clean words cutting loose
No doubt it won't be the same
Sarcasm's on leave for now
Even though London's just a few miles away.
The distance is a joke
The harmony for me to keep.
A blown-up picture; testimony
And kohl-lined eyes, a morning treat.
Raining on the shutters
Warm fuzzies guarding me.
Plenty of cornflower blue
Overriding bold colours and brush strokes
Tenderly taking Van Gogh's bellissimo.
With finesse, I raise a leg
A temptress from a child
Bare skin inviting touch
Pink invading my eyes.
Candy floss on his fingers
Lightly wound into his mouth
A tongue caressing the leftover me
And finally darkness falls upon us....