I don't know you too well,
But I'd like to
change that.
It isn't the way
you dress
Or even the
bronze tan you’ve acquired.
Your hair hasn't
been washed in ages
And your skin
has a layer of grime.
But your eyes
have that faraway look,
The distant
wondering, that I love.
Can you teach me
how to have
A spring in your
step, without seeming fake?
And the ease
with which you befriend strangers,
Please tell me
that's contagious?
You've perfected the skill
Of soaking in the present moment,
Something I've yet to master.
I wonder, what’s your secret?
I can tell from
the way you walk
That you've moved beyond mundane questions.
Instead you sit and think of how sheep get to sleep
And whether shepherds are lonely.
That you've moved beyond mundane questions.
Instead you sit and think of how sheep get to sleep
And whether shepherds are lonely.
You’re always
prepared for any situation,
That we have in common.
But the way you let things happen to you without getting in the way,
I’m still to learn.
That we have in common.
But the way you let things happen to you without getting in the way,
I’m still to learn.
You hum to the
tune of the river,
You hop on the first bus you see;
Favour moonlight over torches
And puppies over humans.
You hop on the first bus you see;
Favour moonlight over torches
And puppies over humans.
Trying
new foods, collecting rocks,
Ignoring the souvenir shops.
Letting cuts heal themselves
And pathways lead you where they will.
Ignoring the souvenir shops.
Letting cuts heal themselves
And pathways lead you where they will.
I've caught
glimpses of you before
On buses and trains.
You’re familiar, yet not familiar enough.
You always slip away too quickly.
On buses and trains.
You’re familiar, yet not familiar enough.
You always slip away too quickly.
I try to stop
being in awe of you
So I can focus on being more like you.
But the train pulls into the station,
The suitcase is unpacked, and you disappear in the shadows.
I know I’ll only see you
When the next ticket is purchased.
Traveller me, I’d really like to know you,
Please don’t play hard to get.
So I can focus on being more like you.
But the train pulls into the station,
The suitcase is unpacked, and you disappear in the shadows.
I know I’ll only see you
When the next ticket is purchased.
Traveller me, I’d really like to know you,
Please don’t play hard to get.
By Mihika Mirchandani