I want to get my old life back
want-need-love-hate-feel sad
doesn’t diminish my unrest
I just want to get my old life back
no reading, drawing or writing
no reichian breathing, meditation
can move the needle backwards
I sincerely want my old life back
I made peace with the remedies
designed to seem rather than be
what I have is not what I did have
I still dream that my old life is back.
From unknown galaxies
to this world we came,
to remain unknown, unmet
as strangers in the
magnetic poles of opposites.
We came via different paths
carrying our baggage
of destinies,
with our own dreams
and aspirations
to write them afresh…
can we?
We exist only to know us more
and live apart only to bond more,
isn’t this alone the purpose of
our existence, that someone
in the celestial world
destined for us.
Let the invisible bond
protect us from the
uncertainties of dreams,
let the trust build a shape
for our abode of love.
Come, sway with my soul,
Sing peans to paradise,
Eyes carpet the road beyond.
How many versions do you see,
Is yours any different now,
Than the one you ever saw in me,
Carving blossoms,
Craving certitude.
Come, sway with my soul,
A puppet on a smouldering string…