the day i become realistic,
\ni think, i will cease to exist
\nwhy are you asking me to
\nwalk on the same earth
\nwhich some times has drought of desires
\nand some times floods of tears
\nwhy not give me a new earth
\nthat will have valleyes of blue flowers
\nof the same colour that you wore when you left
\nthese shores for new harbours
\nlike a ship
\nwhose sails had not opened
\nwhen breeze came
\nand there was a chance that you could come back
\nnow i am waiting to go to himalays
\nand hope that some cliff will kiss me
\nand embrace me so hard
\nthat i become a rock in her arms
\nand a river flows washing
\nall memories
\nthat shape my
\nmoods
\nand meandearings
\nyou never dissauded me from wandering around
\nin the forest of faith
\nand now you ask me to
\nkeep quiet, and wait
\njust as the snow does
\ntill the whole world becomes warm
\nby the coldness in your heart<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
the day i become realistic, i think, i will cease to exist why are you asking me to walk on the same earth which some times has drought of desires and some times floods of tears why not give me a new earth that will have valleyes of blue flowers of the same colour that … <\/p>\n