A Place To Celebrate
Why is it that you are the safest place for me to hide? Is it that till now you are not attacked, that I am proud enough to call the safest place of mine. What about the day when stones are pelted at you in sheer disgrace? Would you be no longer chaste to me, as you are today? I think you would always be chaste to me—for, I have always seen you with eyes of a dreamer. I have been honest, regardful for you—and I know, my love of you is incomparable with anything for me. I wish to dance in the stars, I wish to be a part of the starlight. I want to not be heard but felt, In the hearts which respect dreams. I want to be you, and no one else, Because I know, what it means to be you. It simply means, being selfless— being the silent wave, which kisses the shore, to beautify the essence of the breeze, I long to be, your safest place—in all manners. At this point you might be wondering that I am beating about the bush. But wait, that is something I have been doing ever...