Happy places..

Come! Take my words'hand!
I want to take you to happy places
to where i don't happen or exist
with all my turbulent turmoils and scented mist
let me take you to those funny faces
the joyful clouds make at your sight
on a crossing continents long flight
posing for a smile at your glass windows
to those dancing in your night-hair sky, rainbows
and the sugary unicorns play at your mind backyard
O i would take you to the desert roses of your eyes
swirling at your stare
shedding your after making love aroma
bare petals and thorns free
I would take you to paradises of your glee
And gardens only blooming at the parting of your lips
When you in one hundred and forty characters,
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I want to take you to Happier places still
out of your bubble and my shell..
To your little one's first hug ever
And his first unfinished word shiver!
To sleepless nights by his sleeping face
counting his breaths, blessings of your own
to at his favorite toy broken's first frown
to his eyes when he runs to your arms
to your arms joy when they hold him as the world
to the eldest one's first gold medal
to his shadow that's now-than you, bigger! 
And to your fatherhood pride
at the shining one's pulled off tempest
after honoring a girls power football cup
i would hold your hand to the happiness stop
where twelve million beat your love and counting
standing at your door for birthday greet
to loving ones who fly over boundaries
of time and place for a hug that they probably know
they may not meet
i would take you to your first morning coffee mug
that loves how hot you make it just in a sip
because, yes!when things love you, it's infinite
and unless you throw them away, they will never leave
And i would take you to hysterical crowds chanting your name
all over the globe at your slightest airport glimpse
to the satisfaction of a camera man after your first time take shot
And the teary eyed Coffee walla at your heart poured rehearsal draft

I would take you to your knights winning
to your cartwheel spinning
to victorious innings and Heart-lifting Edenites roar
to your children's arms when you're miles away
to the wet Delhi street in the am calms
to the poetry of your laughter
i would take you to the sunny dreams
of a freezing cold -crazy about you- girl in the Suburbs of Russia
And to the strength you give to the feet of another Persian
roaming the Austrian streets
for a home outside home
to the power of love you inject an anesthesiologist
numbing her pain away in your addictive drugged shot
to the faith you lent to a broken shouldered
whom you gave of your soul in a life made Fan hug
i would take you to your intitials crossing hearts in the margins
of school books in chemistry classes
And your classical pose on top of the highest mountains

To your spectacular comings
and your felt around late night present absence
i would take you to hearts that love you
without asking for anything in return
to the unconditional ones who may have nothing to give you
but all what they are about,
that is you
i would take you to those you touch
without touching
to those you talk in silence to
to those who ask you without asking
And you answer them back without a word
i want to take you to different places
that are as strong as fragile
riding as many smiles as tears on faces shifts
when you come and when you often drift

I want to take you to your eyes in our eyes
to your-in our ears, voice lullabies
to the accepted love that you deserve
i want to hold your hand to the pain of happiness
And fly in your namesake, balloons of joy
I would also take you to hopes in our hearts we walk with
so that we are never alone
to my mother praying for your health at dawn
and a whole universe that replied back: Amen.

And if you have to feel some pain
i want to take it all
there are times that can never fall
but you are not alone in these too
i would take you to my love
for as much as love can love
i love you
even if i don't in your happy times exist
rising in your every other time, i am blessed
just come, when you're blue
when it's cold, gloomy and due
come take my words hand
and let's walk in the quiet alleys of nostalgia
because out of all things, my love
some things still, can be claimed.