I am tired…

I want you to talk and talk and talk and I?…I will listen to you forever and ever…Leave me alone, no…do not…I may not be able to rise again…I am getting tired…Of being patient and nice and calm and humble…I am no god…Stop thinking of me as one…Give me peace…how? I do not know…If I ever knew what makes me happy…I would be dead by now…I am searching…

For one moment, I wish to live…I wish if I had that lap sheltering my head, caressing my hair…Those lovely lips…It is OK Mohnish, everything is fine…I miss it…A rabbit, drooping on my cheek every morning, I miss it…I called it Munmun (something like that)…Those hugs when world did not know what sex it…So honest fondness…I miss it…That dog (bitch)…She remembered me even after 5 years of away…Her jumps on my belly…I miss it…She died…I miss it…

I wish someone was here…Right now…A hand in a hand…Pulling me through time…Comforting, world is a good place…But, just got to find the right hand…I am tired…No vigor to search for it…I am tired…My right and left stay open…Find me, pull me…Raise me…I am tired…Talk to me, I can’t talk…I am tired…I will listen to you forever and ever…But just don’t stop talking…

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