On way back from school
I always stopped by the stream
To admire the setting sun that left its colors behind
For me to paint my dreams
I would take out my coloring book
To paint a new dream every day
Though I lived up the hill and had no friends
The thoughts of loneliness were always at bay
The stream would talk to me
And sun play hide and seek
My colors were my feelings
And books my pals through thin and thick
A day came that was special
At the stream like always as I stopped by
A nomad girl came from somewhere
With a friendly smile waved me a "Hi"
She admired my colored dreams
For once I had someone to share them with in words
Amidst the sound of flowing stream
And that of the chirping birds
We would color the drawings in half
A part of hers and a part of mine
It was so good to see different colors for the same dream
Though different were the expressions, there was no line
Her caravan had camped at some distance
And she would come to the stream everyday
We would always color our half of the dream
Come what may
One day when I went to the stream
I took out the coloring book and waited for her
She didn't turn up for a long time
So I started coloring without her
It was the first time that I took back home
A half colored dream
Next day I waited again
With a half colored drawing at the stream
There were several half colored drawings in my book now
And I started losing the hope
I always knew that the nomads would move on some day
Yet I was finding it difficult to cope
For the first time I felt lonely
And told myself it was okay to cry
In the end life is all about letting go
But what hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye
Due credits to Yann Martel for this phrase from "Life of Pi"
“I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go,
but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.”
I always stopped by the stream
To admire the setting sun that left its colors behind
For me to paint my dreams
I would take out my coloring book
To paint a new dream every day
Though I lived up the hill and had no friends
The thoughts of loneliness were always at bay
The stream would talk to me
And sun play hide and seek
My colors were my feelings
And books my pals through thin and thick
A day came that was special
At the stream like always as I stopped by
A nomad girl came from somewhere
With a friendly smile waved me a "Hi"
She admired my colored dreams
For once I had someone to share them with in words
Amidst the sound of flowing stream
And that of the chirping birds
We would color the drawings in half
A part of hers and a part of mine
It was so good to see different colors for the same dream
Though different were the expressions, there was no line
Her caravan had camped at some distance
And she would come to the stream everyday
We would always color our half of the dream
Come what may
One day when I went to the stream
I took out the coloring book and waited for her
She didn't turn up for a long time
So I started coloring without her
It was the first time that I took back home
A half colored dream
Next day I waited again
With a half colored drawing at the stream
There were several half colored drawings in my book now
And I started losing the hope
I always knew that the nomads would move on some day
Yet I was finding it difficult to cope
For the first time I felt lonely
And told myself it was okay to cry
In the end life is all about letting go
But what hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye
Due credits to Yann Martel for this phrase from "Life of Pi"
“I suppose in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go,
but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.”
