As a breeze of solitude,
yet longevity blew my hair, I saw,
a time I had, sitting in my room,
sitting in my friend's room; thinking.
Of how my tomorrow shall be,
will sun shine at my window just as dreams,
will rain's first drop wet my ear,
will I have you besides.
And, a streak dwells on my face,
as I hold my pen, blotting my diary,
still, just not it always is,
but I feel the days flow in; when.
I wrote pages, closed my eyes,
to dream how my life will be,
how my mornings will look like,
shall they be, as I foresee.
Horizons all around me,
and me at a time I relish the most,
the water's taste on my lips,
the life I deserved, in my home;years ago.
I spent nights in hope, in books,
hoping to see what few saw then,
wishing to live by a lake, my cottage small,
to spend life in love with nature.
And as I hear the lake wave to a pebble,
I see, the past handing me my present,
giving me my tomorrow's today.
© Rajat Mahajan. 2010