When I woke up, all I could feel was a breeze,
Calm and serene, Peaceful and Cool;
Winds howling with the only noise of their flow,
Laced with the honey, they were sweet;
Reminds me of my mothers’ fragrance,
Wish I could run into her arms and feel warm;
Where is she? I find no trace of her,
Mommy! Mommy!! Where are you?
I am not able to open my eyes; please help me;
Struggled, screamed and finally heard a voice,
“You cannot open your eyes here, Lilly.”
Why? Who are you? How do you know me?
Too many questions to ask, too much confusion:
Why don’t these damn eyes open?
All I want is to go home and see mom;
No one here has the eyes to see,
Except for the voice to speak and ears to hear;
Mr.Strange, who are you? How do you know me?
We all know each other, Little quick or little late;
It has taken you a complete life to know me,
For me, I have known you forever;
Heard you cry coming out from your mothers’ womb,
Heard your giggles playing in the corners of the street;
You were alive not late came your death,
I was around, took your hand and let you sleep for a while;
Here you are awake and alive again,
Living your after death, or should we call it dying?
This is it? Am I already dead?
Can I not go back and see my mother again?
No, you can’t. Learn to hear her from now,
Love isn’t in vision but in the feeling you experience;
But why do we not have a vision in this so-called dead world?
Here you are, I love it, the curiosity of being a kid,
They say the dead world isn’t for crimes and hence, no vision;
Really? If everything can be felt, then how can vision stop crime?
Oh dear, don’t you know that eyes are mischievous,
They are the keepers of attraction;
Oh! Is it? Funny it is to hear that, how idiotic is that expression!
Let my mother come; I shall ask her all questions,
Why do you say that? Ask me all you got in your head;
What you say is pointless like a blind won’t perform crime,
Brilliant is for you to ask that, but little one do you know?
How will one commit a crime when you know no form?
It is you who said that we just don’t have eye;
Does that mean that everything is as such, my dear Lilly?
We might touch the things and know, how is it around;
But are you sure that everyone can sense the touch?
Or are you sure that everything here has hands?
Wonderful it is! To live in doubts like this,
Haha! No, it is death so dying, right?
Yes, my Lilly, now you get it all, you sure are intelligent,
I still have certain questions which sure don’t follow any equation;
Let my mommy come, I will ask her in person, Only if she could listen,
Yes, my Lilly, let’s wait till your mother arrives in heaven.
Let’s know what happens after Lillys’ mother meets her in next part.
Penfluky 