Prena Poetry

I can never understand the tragedy of eight billion people succumbing on our earth. When i don’t even have a slightest clue of who i am and why i am here. I cannot understand your life and the unfathomable sadness you conceal behind your smile. God made us so beautifully, but he didnot give us the power to bring life back or impel life into someone’s dying morality. But please stay alive for a little longer, my friend. Maybe i could show you the stars from my window and make you believe in love that the universe holds for each one of us. Stay here for a little longer than before. We can watch the orange sunset from the little mound near the river & talk about the kingdoms we once dreamt in our childhood. We could paint our hearts out and feed the pegions as we listen to your favourite song. We could throw our shoes on an empty road and whosever reaches the farthest will be the winner. We could steal wine, lay on the open grass and silently stare at the sky for hours. So, please, stay beside me for little while. Maybe i can get to hold your hand & tell you what it is like to be alive and loved even for one fleeting moment of our lives. I cannot heal you but i can teach you how to. Because its only you who can heal you. Promise me thay you are going to stay till our hair grows grey & the world is no longer our problem. Promise me.