I want to Be

I want to be the tree that shades the desolate under a busy road
I want to be the leaf of that tree that catches dust day after day
I want to be the leaf of that branch that falls down by evening
I want to be dust of the leaf that dissolves into the earth


I want to be the flower that blooms in the chill morn of spring
I want to be the due drop that settles down on an obscure forest flower
I want to be the unknown of the unknown and yet be the joy of flowering
I want to be the petals scattered on an un-treaded path that leads to a ruined temple


I want to be the soul of a child that cries to be held to the bosom of love
I want to be that love that holds the child, whispering tenderness
I want to be the tenderness that grasps like the girdle of comfort
I want to be the child that smiles as tears trickle that I was a moment ago


I want to be the agony of your heart when alone, morbid and lost
I want to be the lost, the morbid, the lone, to take in my palm your ruffled heart
I want to be the arguments and counterarguments that loses its intensity in time
I want to be the tear of the dry eye that is delicately filled to the brim


I want to be the breath of your now, to breathe the joys of knowing
I want to be the inhaling of the suffering, to breathe out for you peace and stillness
I want to be the hand that you can hold, when you know your soul churns
I want to be that smile of your face to know that you have found


I want to be the earth from which we are born
I want to be the fire that comes from the earth of love, hate, misery all mingled with contradictions
I want to be the phoenix that burns in hope, every time she burns into ashes
I want to be the hope, the possibility of being when the earth, the river, the cloud breathes its last


I want to be


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