Sunday, October 4, 2015

The Things I do When I Think Of You



Sangetsar Lake, Tawang, Arunachal Pradesh

The mystery lies in the blue of the ocean.
The treasures are plenty, but the pleasures are few.
I dive so deep, and become one with my darkness.
And the things I do, when I think of you.

I seek an answer to a question I don't ask.
Something awaits me, said the winds that blew.
On the blades of the wet grass, I make my bed.
And the things I do, when I think of you.

The sky gets dark and the secret it hides.
I die a little, in a room with a view.
But, my fears, and my dreams keep me alive.
And the things I do, when I think of you.

There are so many voices, I hear in my silence.
The time I died, and the life I knew.
There are things I said to the clouds that flew.
And the things I do, when I think of you.

I hide my scars in the glare of the sun.
The wounds are old, but the pain is new.
But everything heals, when touched by morning dew.
And the things I do, when I think of you.

That evening sun and the shadows getting long.
The dreams that we share, memories that grew
You don't say much, and I say I love you too.
And the things I do, when I think of you.

Following a faithful voice, I embrace my struggles.
Living a life full of happiness, and moments of sadness few.
Today, I am a broken bouquet of flawed flowers.
But I am there for you. I will be there for you. 

                                                         - Hausle Buland