A Phone Call Away (dedicated to all our loved ones in heaven)
Sometimes I see you in the morning mist,
Sometimes I see you waiting in the shadows of the night.
I hear the echo of your laughter blending into the rays of the early morning sun,
I've also felt your hugs wrapped in gusts of winds during the storms.
It's funny how you were real when my eyes were wide open and now it's just the same, when they are closed.
I sometimes wonder if what we chase are called dreams,
Then what about you? You're not here anymore, the dreams will always be incomplete...
It's almost like fluid, a bubble in a bath tub or just a whirlpool at times, life you know - it keeps changing pace.
While I know if you were still here, you'd probably be just a phone call away and I wouldn't call you as much,
We all have the immortal excuse of a busy life...but now that you aren't and never will be I promise you I'd have called you everyday.
Sometimes just about a great meal, a funny movie or just nothing at all,
I would have told you so much or even if I didn't you'd know.
I walk around in this busy world, trying to keep pace with the humdrum, and occasionally I hear a knock and still wish it was you.
Then I resume whatever I was doing, trying to either focus on what I want or maybe away from what I've lost...
I wonder why you were in such a hurry to leave this world, but then I look around and see that's the word which defines us - everyone's in a hurry to get somewhere.
So I will wake and I will sleep and live to the fullest,
In the hope of being united at the end of this life in a world where nobody is just a phone call away...anymore.
Till we meet again...
Sanchita Johri
Sometimes I see you in the morning mist,
Sometimes I see you waiting in the shadows of the night.
I hear the echo of your laughter blending into the rays of the early morning sun,
I've also felt your hugs wrapped in gusts of winds during the storms.
It's funny how you were real when my eyes were wide open and now it's just the same, when they are closed.
I sometimes wonder if what we chase are called dreams,
Then what about you? You're not here anymore, the dreams will always be incomplete...
It's almost like fluid, a bubble in a bath tub or just a whirlpool at times, life you know - it keeps changing pace.
While I know if you were still here, you'd probably be just a phone call away and I wouldn't call you as much,
We all have the immortal excuse of a busy life...but now that you aren't and never will be I promise you I'd have called you everyday.
Sometimes just about a great meal, a funny movie or just nothing at all,
I would have told you so much or even if I didn't you'd know.
I walk around in this busy world, trying to keep pace with the humdrum, and occasionally I hear a knock and still wish it was you.
Then I resume whatever I was doing, trying to either focus on what I want or maybe away from what I've lost...
I wonder why you were in such a hurry to leave this world, but then I look around and see that's the word which defines us - everyone's in a hurry to get somewhere.
So I will wake and I will sleep and live to the fullest,
In the hope of being united at the end of this life in a world where nobody is just a phone call away...anymore.
Till we meet again...
Sanchita Johri
