I want to be a sailor but I got no ship. I got neither rudder nor any knowledge of navigation through the positions of stars. I have never used any chronometer and I never studied maps and tides.
Still I want to be a sailor. I fixed a destination which can never be shown in any map. I just tattooed it in the arteries running through my gray matter. I don't have any wealth by which I can hire some boatmen. There is a rough sea of emotion lies before me. I learnt swimming in a pool of comfort as I never knew one day I will dive into the ocean of emotional storms. Just a rookie sailor unaware of the hurricane rushing towards him.
Still I trust, I feel and put my flag on the Flag stand, weigh my anchor and prepare to sail without any lifeboat or life jacket.
But where is my boat?
So I write an open letter to you with the words I could never tell you thinking you might get bored or they might irritate you. Instead of posting the letter to you, I just put a kiss of affection in the place of senders name and fold it multiple times to make a paper boat.
I float my paper boat which got no hull and there is no sail. Just waiting for the tide with a heart full of faith expecting a course towards you. You know, tide waits for none. But I wait for you and I can wait for a tide that leads towards you.
If my boat gets drenched and crushed under the waves of emotion, I will float grabbing any word of love you sent to me using it as a floating tube. My journey is a slow flow towards you. Keep a weather eye on the horizon.
Can't you see my love for you colors the sky twice a day?
Look into the shades they make on your hair when you see the sky with a coffee mug in your hand. If you try to feel, I will be there I promise.
Still I want to be a sailor. I fixed a destination which can never be shown in any map. I just tattooed it in the arteries running through my gray matter. I don't have any wealth by which I can hire some boatmen. There is a rough sea of emotion lies before me. I learnt swimming in a pool of comfort as I never knew one day I will dive into the ocean of emotional storms. Just a rookie sailor unaware of the hurricane rushing towards him.
Still I trust, I feel and put my flag on the Flag stand, weigh my anchor and prepare to sail without any lifeboat or life jacket.
But where is my boat?
So I write an open letter to you with the words I could never tell you thinking you might get bored or they might irritate you. Instead of posting the letter to you, I just put a kiss of affection in the place of senders name and fold it multiple times to make a paper boat.
I float my paper boat which got no hull and there is no sail. Just waiting for the tide with a heart full of faith expecting a course towards you. You know, tide waits for none. But I wait for you and I can wait for a tide that leads towards you.
If my boat gets drenched and crushed under the waves of emotion, I will float grabbing any word of love you sent to me using it as a floating tube. My journey is a slow flow towards you. Keep a weather eye on the horizon.
Can't you see my love for you colors the sky twice a day?
Look into the shades they make on your hair when you see the sky with a coffee mug in your hand. If you try to feel, I will be there I promise.
