Remember those fights for a special dress, you never bought me for my birth day?
Every year, how I used to declare which colour theme, I wanted so badly on this day?
The way I wanted someone to surprise me, I used to do that for others in a special way
remember the small gifts and cards made for you, on your happy returns of the day?
how beautifully the house was decorated for party at night and gathering during the day?
I used to expect those lavish moments but only in private, without my say
You tried your best not being perfect and I was always complaining in some way
questioning you for not knowing me enough, that preparing lunch surprises so far away?
But how special those days, and moments were, I never thought before this way,
late night comings from malls, matching masks, and laughs, all just feels like a play
From all of your gifts and surprise, I loved the First flowers you gave me on a working day
The notes on doors, parasailing shore, cycling to friend’s home & stores, just feels like yesterday
Thought I was driving home filled with surprises, expecting you there happily hiding a Bouquet,
Just wondering if you are missing me like I am missing you, today?
From fighting for presents to fighting for presence of yours to stay
These undecorated walls reminding me the trips, we shared before our separation day
I wish I could go back and freeze those moments, which got slipped away
And fight for a dress again in old way but what can I say, Ray, happy birthday!
Mending heart
❤️