One of the most frequent things you do in life is to 'miss'.
A few words I jotted down some days back. These were dotty little firebugs of thoughts whizzing past my head. As if I were travelling through the birth of a new star – cosmo-jacketed and piercing through clouds of nebula dust – swooping in with a prized catch of glowing bugs attached to my black suit.
I miss the morning mist, I miss the dew.
However what's never amiss...is to miss.
I miss infant joys.
I miss my childhood laughter. I miss my mother’s caring lap.
I miss my convent, I miss kiddie friends whose faces I barely remember.
I miss my bicycle, I miss the tramping track.
I miss my father’s jokes that he used to crack.
I miss the lazy chats, on reed mats in searing summers.
I miss innocent winters and dry leaves of heather.
I miss the April storms as the rain-clouds gather.
I miss watching them and enjoy being sadder.
Sometimes I miss God. I believe I miss Satan too.
I miss all that is real and above all I miss you.