Today when the sun would shine tearing apart the night's gloom,
It would peep through my curtains in search of it's friend
But, I would be gone.
The wind would carry the faint smell of my breath,
The creased bedsheets would announce my farewell,
The lonely chair in my room would sag in dismay,
The yellowing pages would lease life,
The blotted stains on those crumpled leaves of my worn out diary would hold my memory,.
The hawker by my door would miss a buyer,
The ice-cream parlour, would miss a lover.
I would no longer hear the honk of a roadside romeo,
Nor my mom's familiar clink of bangles,
No newspaper would glorify my disappearance,
Life would go on, but I would be gone.
The one thing that I always had dreamt of as a kid was to have a caravan that could take me to places.I always wanted a gypsy styled life. The idea itself mesmerized me to the extent that I kept dreaming of it the whole time not even realising how it was time which kept on rolling but I stood exactly at the same place, my dreams could never concretize. What was laughed at as a childish game was so important to me that I keep doodling it in my memory till now. I see a meadow, lush green with those small daffodils growing by, perhaps Wordsworth's daffodils! Then I see a girl, her wild unkept hair sailing in the gentle breeze. She has a smile which speaks of solitude, and her heart , well that's swelling with happiness as he looks at her caravan, after all she finally has a life on wheels. What more could she wish for, what more can anyone wish for? It's not always that we get to live a life we conceived as a kid, life keeps on deciding our track. From what we liked doing
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