Ripples, Bubbles, Thunderstorms

Be the rose I choose in a million that lay strewn down the aisle
Be the star I smile at before closing my eyes and saying my wish
Be the breeze I run to breathe in when the world pollutes my core
Be the hug that envelopes and hides me in a castle wherein I reign
Be the ripple in ocean of my eyes each time I contemplate a goodbye
Be the bubble, fragile, I keep safe in my smile
Be the dream I rewind and play each night over and over again
Be the flash of lightning rushing to my rescue before I rain
Be the man you are, stay my craze
Be the recklessly running tornado I tirelessly forever chase.

© 2012 Neha Choudhry