I hear that you are leaving for India tomorrow.
A long flight on which you will take your slumber
travelling among the blue skies,
sleeping on cloud 9.
May you have the sweetest dream ever
and when you finally step on ground,
I wish you an adventure so vivid and satisfying,
that you'll come back and retell stories
and we'll have fun together, too.
This summer may be just beginning,
for you at least,
while the sun is going down for me.
May it be filled with mirth and
I bless you with every
single happiness you can ever
feel in every possible
moment.
Be safe, my dear friend,
for I love you so.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
I hear that you are leaving for India tomorrow.
A long flight on which you will take your slumber
travelling among the blue skies,
sleeping on cloud 9.
May you have the sweetest dream ever
and when you finally step on ground,
I wish you an adventure so vivid and satisfying,
that you'll come back and retell stories
and we'll have fun together, too.
This summer may be just beginning,
for you at least,
while the sun is going down for me.
May it be filled with mirth and
I bless you with every
single happiness you can ever
feel in every possible
moment.
Be safe, my dear friend,
for I love you so.
My footsteps follow me in pursuit
Of the Land of Dreams
That awaits me fondly
Forthwith I bade my final farewell
As I part beyond your range
You possess an overwhelming endeavour to satisfy
My well-wishes shall ceaselessly endure by your side
So long, my friend.
A little something I wrote for you, before I depart.
Ria Nagpal
