Your Playground...

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the chirping of birds or you who called me there…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the adolescents’ enjoyment or your laughter called me there…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the wind or your whisper in my ears…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the dancing flowers or your hand waving to me…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the green pastures or your color enticed me in…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the open gate or your open arms called me in…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the folks or you in different dresses charmed me in…

Liberal hours took me to the park

I Jester in love with you...

If a dream let there never be an end...      

Hope in your sphere each to see you in everything…

Everything seems right to me….

Everything seems right to me….

Two sides of a coin head or tail

Two sides of a tiff right or wrong

Respecting the creations by you

Where one stands differently to other

Everything seems right to me….

Two sides of a balance scale

Two hands tied in give or take

Respecting the time marked by you

Where one stands differently to other

Everything seems right to me….

Two sides of a scene starvation or excess

Two sides of an emotion ache or comfort

Respecting you to be never wrong

Where one stands differently to other

Everything seems right to me….

But positive or negative never fit this right

Being negative you face your phantoms

Being positive only emits light

I recognize only one side in this which takes me to your side

I cannot see you in an idol...

Pardon me as I cannot see you in an idol…

Pardon me as I cannot see you in an idol…

I see you in the stick of a limping man

I see you in the colored vision of a blind man

I see you in the hollowness of an arm less person’s shirt

Pardon me as I cannot see you in an idol…

Pardon me as I cannot see you in an idol…

I see you in the sweat of a person toil

I see you in the laughter of a child

I see you in the send-off cry of deceased

Pardon me as I cannot see you in an idol…

Pardon me as I cannot see you in an idol…

I see you intertwined with hope

I see you tangled with pain

I see you knotted with passion

Pardon me as I cannot see you in an idol…

besides that… “I see you everywhere”