I'll Return to The home of the Lone : A puzzle i cant decipher.

MY STORY FOR THE SPECIAL ONE.......

A boat in the stormy sea

thats my life like i see;

no ends of the devastating ocean

are visible from my position

all my wishes and hopes

seem so useless like old cloaks

the transient air bubbles

resemble ; scarce happy moments

which were spent with so called 'friends'

not a gay bird, neither a cuddly pig

have ne'er been watched by my brown eyes,

sun though bright rises also in my life

but it seems that it has forgotten

how to shower some light

i have seen the variant colours

though ne'er have these colours been ;

of some spring tym story...................

always the same autwmn and winter

i live through the same monotonous life

experiences have made me realise

that there lies a void structure

somewhere beside;

wish i could find someone , somewhere

who could just fill up the states,

and take me along where stars twinkle strong

illuminating my stormy sea

thus showing path through this wild breeze

so that i coul just reach the banks

and my poor soul
might also experience; someday somewhere
the spring time gay!!!!!



-khushi