Lost in this world of white faces,
Painted with no expression like Geishas..
My soul my eyes yearn..
Its as though a bird from my soul
Wants to fly back to my place ..
Among faces I know, to emotions I can see
Oh what I would not give for some fragrance
Some noise around me instead of this silence…
Instead of thick sweaters,mufflers ,faces lost in books
Bodies half sunken in clothes or their prejudices
Of being Asian ,British or Jamaican …
I want to go back
Not to a particular country or place
But to that moment of time
When all this didn’t really matter ..
Where all it counted was to be happy
To a time when mistakes were forgiven,
Egos not developed, as Time the teacher
Lay lazily spread out in my path…
When I was like a mould of clay
And every presence left a mark on me …..
Oh I am so lost ..or am I really??
Have I lost the path or have I lost me ??
