The house in which I used to live as a kid had a beautiful garden in front of it. Loads of trees surrounded my house. And most of the times, I would sit in my balcony and talk to them. I don't know why, maybe because sometimes I felt lonely. But it felt great. Now when I think of it, it feels dumb but still I kind of feel I had a connection with them. A part of me I guess never wants to grow up.
They were there
When hope was nowhere
Standing tall and lonely
All of them together lifeless but full of life
Watching me and maybe listening to me
Blank all of them till I started blabbering
The pains of a 10 year old
Trying to reason with the trees
And then I noticed them sway when I shed a tear
Or maybe my cries were too desperate
And ignorance took the better of me
Every other day I would come sing to them
Because no one else would listen
And they didn’t have a choice
They moved in unison as if out of appreciation
Maybe my ego was feeding me lies
Or maybe they did enjoy a melodious crow
They stopped moving when I was serious
Like it was mandatory to ignore the wind
While I groaned and moaned
And then one day I went away
Away to make sense
Maybe they missed me or maybe it was me again
But after a while when I showed up
They no longer wanted to be friends
While I selflessly hovered around waiting for an applause
They selfishly stood there obeying the wind
