THE GIFT
There's a world that belongs to 'us' ...u n me ...
There's a place called 'home' , non existent yet so real ...
That moment amidst ur casual mocking comment and my utter shamefulness' and embarrassment of not being able to match u as a lady ....
We unlocked our biggest hidden treasures...
We bestowed each other with a gift that was priceless ...
In this universe we always were .... Connected yet apart by the distances ...
The only difference being that ...
Earlier, the distance of being oblivious of each other's presence .
N now the namesake distance of a few hundred miles apart...
It seems though ...
Those endless tears that these two children shed ...
Those silent prayers that escaped our lips ...
Somehow reached the god at the same time n he blessed us .
From ur broken racket that was never replaced ... To my borrowed books that i so wanted to own .
From ur tattered shoes that made u shine amidst darkness... To my torn basketball that never let me play ...
From ur five rupee coin that u could never spent ... To my empty pockets n a tasteless lunchbox which i never ate ...
From the trendy clothes that u wished to wear ...to my lv for that pink watch i used to see everyday but dreamt of having it ....
From that chocolate n candy that rarely came ...to the wish to dine in a restaurant...
Amidst all these broken n scattered toys n pencils two children exchanged a gift ....
The gift of a childhood never lived ...
The childhood that was too costly to b given to us ,...not because of poverty of money ... But because of poverty of a few minutes of understanding .... Of soft tenderness ...of caring ...not for the body but for our hearts .... And that was a lot of work for our parents ...
The two children gifted a part of their past to each other ... Their fears ...insecurities...inadequacies.... Their vulnerable selves ...
But
Someday , i promise...
That we live again what we missed ...
That, wt was ours but never ever could we touch it ...
That which is not important, but matters a lot as it has the broken , scattered pieces of a child's Lil wishes n desires with it ...
Someday i promise you...
That the two messed up , ugly looking children ...
Would turn out to b a man n a woman ...entwined as one ...
So handsome ...so beautiful ... That even the angels n fairies would envy ...
Someday i promise ....
That we would free ourselves from all this clutter that has enslaved us ...that has cost our hearts even more ...
Someday i promise u ...
That all this would be clean ...
N we can then build our own place ...
A PLACE CALLED HOME ...
A place to exchange only the gift of love ...of respect ...of care...of strength...
Of trust ... N the biggest gift of all ...
THE GIFT OF LIFE
©Athena Coelho
https://m.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1517494311834425
There's a world that belongs to 'us' ...u n me ...
There's a place called 'home' , non existent yet so real ...
That moment amidst ur casual mocking comment and my utter shamefulness' and embarrassment of not being able to match u as a lady ....
We unlocked our biggest hidden treasures...
We bestowed each other with a gift that was priceless ...
In this universe we always were .... Connected yet apart by the distances ...
The only difference being that ...
Earlier, the distance of being oblivious of each other's presence .
N now the namesake distance of a few hundred miles apart...
It seems though ...
Those endless tears that these two children shed ...
Those silent prayers that escaped our lips ...
Somehow reached the god at the same time n he blessed us .
From ur broken racket that was never replaced ... To my borrowed books that i so wanted to own .
From ur tattered shoes that made u shine amidst darkness... To my torn basketball that never let me play ...
From ur five rupee coin that u could never spent ... To my empty pockets n a tasteless lunchbox which i never ate ...
From the trendy clothes that u wished to wear ...to my lv for that pink watch i used to see everyday but dreamt of having it ....
From that chocolate n candy that rarely came ...to the wish to dine in a restaurant...
Amidst all these broken n scattered toys n pencils two children exchanged a gift ....
The gift of a childhood never lived ...
The childhood that was too costly to b given to us ,...not because of poverty of money ... But because of poverty of a few minutes of understanding .... Of soft tenderness ...of caring ...not for the body but for our hearts .... And that was a lot of work for our parents ...
The two children gifted a part of their past to each other ... Their fears ...insecurities...inadequacies.... Their vulnerable selves ...
But
Someday , i promise...
That we live again what we missed ...
That, wt was ours but never ever could we touch it ...
That which is not important, but matters a lot as it has the broken , scattered pieces of a child's Lil wishes n desires with it ...
Someday i promise you...
That the two messed up , ugly looking children ...
Would turn out to b a man n a woman ...entwined as one ...
So handsome ...so beautiful ... That even the angels n fairies would envy ...
Someday i promise ....
That we would free ourselves from all this clutter that has enslaved us ...that has cost our hearts even more ...
Someday i promise u ...
That all this would be clean ...
N we can then build our own place ...
A PLACE CALLED HOME ...
A place to exchange only the gift of love ...of respect ...of care...of strength...
Of trust ... N the biggest gift of all ...
THE GIFT OF LIFE
©Athena Coelho
https://m.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1517494311834425
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