These days all I think
is of all those chances to blink
I let go of in the flow of ink
through sleepless nights in zeal,
So I could write those,
sweet little songs that I chose
So I may keep your heart close,
till my burning one comes to heal.
Still, I don’t know Why,
I did so often to you lie,
Why I never gave even one try
to secure your trust’s seal.
Seeing how the truth clears
the whole mind of all its fears,
I can only drain out my tears,
till my burning heart comes to heal.
But, if my chance comes,
I’ll set right all of my wrongs.
Give me at least some time
to tell you how I feel.
Don’t forget me;
please leave some space to let me
Live inside your heart till,
my burning one comes to heal.
If I have to,
with no regrets I will do,
All sins you want me to purge true;
before your God I’ll kneel.
But don’t forsake me;
I have no one else to take me,
Into their loving hearts till,
my burning one comes to heal.
Till my burning heart comes to heal….
Originally shared with a friend in the winter of 2012
Minakhi Misra 