if i were asked...and be it the last thing to be asked...

if i was asked if i was alive,
i would search for your breath,
so that i could respire in the most pure way.


if i was asked why i was alive,
i would serach for your eyes,
to enliven my vision and define my sole reason to stay alive.


if i was asked to mention my desire to live,
i would search for your hands, your arms,
to hold on to me, to assure me that i must not ponder for any other reason for a desire as long as i live.


if i was asked to see the last day and last light of my life,
i would search for the wonderful heart of urs,
to be the first and only thing to be seen before i get blinded with unfolded facts of life.


if someone asked me my last wish before i disappeared,
i would search long for u r touch,
the touch that i would want to experience in the other half of my death.


and if i was asked a reason to hold on to life,
i would this time not search, not think at all,
would i really need a better reason to live other than being wanted by u?


if i were asked........(and if it be the last thing to be asked and answered)
to be able to live, see, breathe and experience immortality after the thorns wither for winter,
i would shut my eyes with a wordless thought that as long as you are,
i m and so are we.......will be reborn everytime you breathe, you feel and see!