All I Want for Us is to Feel Again

We were young girls

Who used to play at the beach,

Hugging, we watched the sun

drowning.

We danced till the candyman went home,

Our skirts swayed with the wind,

Cajoling us to stay a bit longer.

We never thought this picture

would fade away.

I know this would never come back,

But I want to feel again.

I want to go back where my heart is.

All I want is to be free and feel again.

The colours and smell still linger with me,

I miss the happiness I felt,

The aches that watered me.

My skin misses the way it felt,

My hair misses the gentle kiss of the beach wind

The bookstores and beach waters wait for us,

They send a thousand silent sirens

to us,

When will we feel it again?

The recklessness of age,

the courage of freedom,

the music in our brains,

And the limbs that never stopped.

The yellow city lights

Gladly kissing the fine roads,

absorbed our shadows,

to make souvenirs.

My heart misses that excitement,

on watching the cliched scenes,

But I know we want to feel again,

before our lives change,

To be the young girls,

To get lost,

All I want for us is to feel again.

A. C

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THE SILENT CRY

Darkness ...at its zenith Silence.. at the sound 's lowest decibel.. I wrapped myself up into the blanket tears rolled down my cheeks.. I cried.. I cried in the dark silence silently.. No voice of my cry.. I bite my hands.. I cried silent loudly.. I cried for the dreams unfulfilled I cried thinking of my unpredicted future.. I cried thinking of my unknown death.. I cried thinking of my inabilities I cried thinking of the gifts not given to me I cried thinking of my people.. And I complained God Almighty for the miseries given to me.. ... I wiped off my tears.. I smiled. Perfect... Nothing is better than this silent loud cry..!! A.C

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