In the middle of life, In between the chain of thoughts, Free flowing ideas, Weaved up intense in my heart...
In your thoughts I sit, gazing the sky beyond, Huge, blue deshaped sky's deep blue color, It's deep like thoughts, Gazing intently in horizon I sleep in slumber thoughts...
I sleep with you, I wake up with you... But you are not besides me..
This is the only difference....
When my eyes open, I see your little innocent face, But when I touch it... The feel is not thr...
That's the only difference
My eyes wells up in tears... My head's rests on your chest.. Your hands touch my head... But I don't get that feeling of being touched..
That's the only difference
You are there yet not there... That's the only difference
You try to bring smile on my thoughtless face But your eyes cannot see that smile..
That's the only difference
This is the only difference.....
If you see a special child.... You will understand the feel of the above write up
It's a translation on my Hindi original though
When a complete quadriplegic child is around you... You can feel every emotion in him yet... He in not there...
He touches you... But the feel us not thr...
I cannot describe that feeling.... You have to find it to understand...