I try to reach You in my way
Sometimes like a scientist,
By resolving Anger and Fear
Into their primary colors
And then getting tired, angry and scared
Just to doze off in Your arms.
Sometimes like a poet,
Loving just to know How it feels..to love.
Sometimes honestly alone
And sometimes honestly sad
Sometimes finding happiness
in watching a line of ants walking by my bedside.
You are in the recipes I invent
In my own kitchen, just to realize later,
That I discovered something written ages ago
But then, the joy of finding You
Overpowers all the labels.
And in the free moments of my fearless solitude
As my eyes see a colorful kite
Playing hide and seek with the sun rays
I drop all my hopes in joy
And I call You my freedom.
I know by now that it is not easy
That all mothers are not free
The difference between hopelessness
In joy and sadness alike,
And the boundaries of liberty
I am grateful for that place
Between my heart and my mind
Where sometimes You come to visit me.