I wonder,
Wonder how it feels,
To run out without fears,
To walk in peace,
When the rain flourishes my cheeks,
To be lost in the opaque sky,
To count the stars without blinking an eye.
Just questions left unanswered,
Pages painted in ink but always covered,
Oblivious, curious, eager yet scared,
Anxious, frightened, insecure but still encouraged,
Between here and there,
Before every stape I stare,
Mysterious as of tomorrow,
Will it be tragedy and sorrow,
Or a laughter from today I borrow,
I wonder how far will I go!
Will I slip barefoot in the mud,
Of opinions like I never cared,
Will I find my tune,
Or just glare at the moon,
I wonder if I could achieve what I’ve written someday.
Hope it won’t end up being nothing but a may Melodies of monsoon that I never play.