I wish ..

I am not a perfect person
but i wish life was easy
for it keeps me on my nerves
running all the while
so little time to breath
yet living discreetly
panting like a shot panther
just when i feel my feet

I am not a perfect person
but i feel so weak
for light keeps leaving me
over to darkness
de-illuminating me
for the greater good
the december wind passes through me
and oh its so cold
cold like a dead phoenix.
the child inside feels cold
and so does the soul
for all they could do now is
wait for the light to return

I am not a perfect person
but i wish i was sinful
for i couldnt care for my whiteness
the pureness inside me
dying all the while
playing with the lusty heart
sometimes it goes wild
disturbing the open sky
painting it white again
for all it wants
is a pure white world again.

I am not a perfect person
but i wish i could stop trying
resting for some time
to get myself together
relaxing my tired bones
and paint a free river
which flows through every moment
that i have been through
reminding me of everything found
everything lost
every turn with a funeral
and every twist with a boy at the hair shedding ceremony
everything that smelled like camphor
and everything that had the fragrance of jasmine
every single drop of tear that spoke
that sunk deep into the heart
that dried in the eyes
every found penny
and every lost diamond
every found love
and every lost one
every longed phrase
and every silent word
for all i want is
my happy world
my longed happy world.

I am not a perfect person
but i wish
i wish ............

~ Aryan.