(Not a bed of roses… just one of those days)
What is this I feel?
Its just like running up a hill,
Struggling and sweating,
With heavy laboured breathing?
Starting to feel uncertain,
Starting to feel the pain,
Gone are the sweet nonsense giggles,
Gone is the heartbeat that tingles…
We’re supposed to be ‘one’,
In all…even against everyone,
But… why the sudden subtle push?
Why do i feel like am thrown in a slush?
Awed I was when this love has bloomed,
Aww-ed I am now that withering it seemed,
Can it be that no future there is to see?
Will it begin to be “you and me”, not the promised “we”?
Questions afloat, tears in my eyes,
A choice between being lame and wise,
Do I let love blind the naive “me”,
From the troubles, I am sure will be?
Only ‘you’ can clear the mind from this querry,
Whatever will be, you hold the key,
For I am locked inside a woven paradise,
Where I enjoy happy moments as they arise…