Don’t love me because you hate her.
Love me like you would have done if you would’ve met me before her.
Love me only that much that I deserve to be. Not a way far more than that only because she left.
People leave and new ones enter into our lives, not necessarily to replace them but to acquire a new place in our hearts.
Understand that she and me are different persons.
Love me the way I would like to be loved, not the way you did to her.
And I will love you the way which I feel will keep you happy.
I won’t follow her footsteps.
I would enter into the darkest of tunnels to know deepest of your desires and secrets. I can climb up highest of the tombs and towers to understand the obscure fears that you bind within.
At night I stalk your shadows under the moon, and listen to your breath in profound silence. While the day blesses me with your lovely face and barnet so bonny that I yearn to touch.
I long to sit back and stare at you; look into your naive eyes and explore your heart,
I long for the day I would sit with you and sing to the chords of your piano’s hidden Mozart.
To know you completely is the enlightenment I seek.
To keep knowing you more is the life I want!
I like to see the flights taking off. I imagine the people inside them and the reasons for their travels. I try to remember my own past journeys, how i used to get bored and hate it. I used to like listening to the safety instructions even though I had almost got them by heart. Now since I travel less, I like imagining my future travels, hoping that I would travel for work rather than for vacationing.
I imagine the life of the workers in the air ports. I never feel awkward staring at the hostesses, they are so neatly dressed. I even imagine their uniforms.
Sitting on the canopy, I like watching people on road. I feel like being at the top of the world. People normally don’t see upwards so rarely notice me, but I notice them all. I can sit, stand and walk the way I want, even if I’m not inside four walls. That feeling is great!
But the thing I like doing the most is observing the birds. I normally go there during the dusk. So I see birds returning to their nests…silent, unlike during the morning, less chirpy. I try to guess how they feel like when they see the aeroplanes, jets and helicopters. Do they feel jealous because they themselves fly not so high as them? Or do they feel inspired? Do they think its some different kind of bird or are they intelligent enough to understand human intelligence and that humans have built them?
I try communicating with them. I have learnt in Wicca that more you can communicate with nature and its creatures, the more spiritual you are. Animals and birds won’t harm you or get scared of you. I keep testing myself on that. I love every kind of bird- even crows which is not liked by many.
I observe and contemplate. When I see a group of birds I try to find what’s going on in their minds-if they are playing any game. Sometimes it feels that two pals are wishing goodbyes to each other as they split into different directions. While sometimes when I see a couple flying, I visualize, even after they are out of sight, how they’ll reach their nest and feed the young birds or see their unhatched eggs or make love!