My Christmas gift

Being a child, I was always fascinated about the Christmas gifts. Christmas tree, hanging gifts, putting star on the top, had been driven me crazy as a child. Even till now, I wait every year for the Christmas gift, just the idea of gift has been changed over the years. Now my eyes don’t look for the gift which is wrapped in a flashy embedded paper sheet. Sometimes I try to look in the empty boxes maybe something I get there, maybe that can touch my soul and give a reason to begin a new journey, for that I am looking from long time. That gift would be a real one, maybe not this year, maybe not next year too but I will continue my search for that gift and I am sure one day I will have it. 

I always try to look for you,

Sometimes inside the empty boxes,

I imagined maybe you are sleeping there for some time,

And you wanted me to wake you up,

Because you wanted to become mine,

Sometimes behind the cloths in the cupboard,

I thought maybe you wanted to play with the colors,

So you can also adorn yourself with them,

And later you can enlighten my story with the same,

Sometimes I read the old letters again,

Looking at each word more deeply, with the hope to find you there,

Maybe some pieces of yours are still remain,

Sometimes I go for a long walk,

Maybe the surroundings give some indication to find you,

Maybe you are laying there somewhere, unwrapped solely in the lap of nature,

Waiting for me to bring you back, to feel as you are, a beautiful creature,

Never mind, I will continue my search every year,

Maybe not soon but one day I will find you dear.