February Callings - Breathing Life Into Bygone Childhood

Penned By Narayan-Chandra Rauf 

Ripped from Heaven, I (Tiny Life) fell
and then ...

Lost in waters
like a paper boat
entangled
in mist
in haze
I  wandered this earth for ages
like a poem
ripped
from a verse laden with your (Beloved) name

When I found the turf
I was lost in wilderness
In wilderness
I searched for the house;
In the house I looked for you (Beloved)

Now
in your soul
in your body
I wait;
touch me
hold me
give me birth
so I can
breathe life into memories of
your bygone childhood;
bygone time
bygone games
you played and,
make peace with myself!