Musings of a Being

You're the cold stream of a waterfall The night that's lit up by fireflies The soothing dim light of a full moon The breeze that embraces on a Sunday noon. The smell of Earth after a fresh rain The ache of an unexpected pain The smell of blooming rose petals The chilling cold on freezing metal. The mist on a cold winter morning The twinkling of a far away star The dew that reflects the first light of dawn The pleasant memory that turns me on.  The comfort of a lazy afternoon The warmth of the sun after a downpour The lingering pain of loss The excitement that makes my heart pause. The destination on the journey called life The soothing emotion called love The purpose found only by a selected few Baby, I love you. 

They wanted wars Those wounded scars A home gone to chars   So I packed my bags! Enforced discipline Too much of listenin' A brain that was cripplin' So I packed my bags She gave me love Like an unfit glove It killed the dove So I packed my bags! An unstable heart Split in a thousand parts Living an abstract art So I packed my bags! Too little to give Yet wanting to live Asking to forgive I packed my bags! Plans to survive Clustered like a beehive Determined to strive I packed my bags! Life pulled me down Threw me outta’ town On the verge of a breakdown I packed my bags! Thought I found my idyll But life seemed idle Pricked by life’s needle, I packed my bags! Clueless as I started The journey’s what mattered Still looking for the uncharted My bags are still packed!