I wish I was rain. So that when you
stepped out of that shed to board the bus, I had the opportunity of slowly
drizzling down your body.
I wish I was the damp, half-moist pond-side wind. So that when you stood there and felt lost I could have whispered the answers to your ears.
I wish I was the moonlight that carefully guarded your bed when you slept. I could have then taken you to that world of enchanted Utopia that I casted every night over this entire Space. We would have counted stars there. And would have returned to Earth silently (so that our footsteps do not wake up those who remain dead even in their dreams)!
I wish I was flight. I wish I was freedom. I could have given you the sky, then. Where you could have ridden the first rays of the morning sun! Where you could have touched the first colors of a nascent rainbow that followed a juvenile autumn shower.
I wish I was music. I wish I was poetry. I could have then created you and altered you in the ways I have seen you, so that the whole world and the entire human race in the ages to come sees you with my eyes.
I wish I was the red of rose, the azure of sky, the yellow of the desert sands, the green of leaves! We could, then, have played hide and seek through the holes of this air – from dawn to dusk – playful and cheering.
And the grass... – when it would have got wet with dew – ...you would have run, barefoot, on it. Falcons would have flown overhead! And the firmament would have shed thousands of peppermints, balloons and streamers that would have wafted all through the midday, finally leading the patient evening to a long awaited night.
Nothing else would have mattered to me then.
For you would have smiled! I
could have warped this Time and Space and could have turned it into a bunch of
golden droplets that sparkled out the warmth of a sunny, summer day. Yes. I wish I was
your smile.
Originally written in 2008... Thanks for reading! The pic is stolen from the internet! :-P
