An era of silence

The candle had burnt for two long years

The prayers countless that passed these lips;

So many scoldings that the ears pained to,

So many thrashings that this body bore.

All without a word of encouragement

A word of love or a word of consolation,

In those days when I was playing with fire

Much against my reason or my own will.

Afterwards the days turned into darkness

The lips stopped moving for miracles

For no molehills forget a mountain,

God was buried in those four walls.

You took away with you God and song

But now it’s all water under the bridge. 

Free Bird

A free bird flies in our blue grey skies

Seeking attention from the denizens;

All ears for tales of laughter and tears

Passing around free observations

He doesn’t sit on any branch too long

For fear that his heart may sing along

The many songs that he listens to

From the maidens whom he does woo

His friend is a bluebird of the skies

Who looks out for his loving jay

Though any day he can fly away

And make his nest in happy boughs.

The blue grey skies are made worth

One of pure devotion; one of mirth. 

Historian

You are a historian because you studied events to make sense of your uneventful life. You lost your father in the travails of war and throughout your life, you searched for the codes and nodes that could offer you a clue as to what you had lost with his death.  You marked the places and went from one end of the earth to the other just to see what your father’s eyes had seen and felt. Now, when you hardly recognise faces or reality, you are a child of three score who searches for meaning out of a lost father’s found letters. 

Broken

You have found each broken piece, 
And fitted them perfectly well, 
But are you sure you've found it all?

The deities of time and space, 
The wise old ones are omniscient
Of dreams that have never breathed.

You are the best dream of all, 
One that makes me smile everyday
In spite of the chains that bind me. 

Jigsaw Puzzle

In a shutter second the world moved;

The skies crashed and you dreamt

While I went on with whatever I was

Imbibed a very precious pinned lesson.

Your dreams taste of a world abandoned

Long ago and far away, a mythical bowl

Of tears and laughter, rain and sunshine

That pulled you back once again.

You and I were part of a whole picture

Two shots taken seconds apart in a crowd

One leaning against another’s shoulder

Home and heart against each other.

There are no trysts or sweet nothings

But two philosophers meet in thoughts.

Home

Once there was a child

Who went home

With a song on his lips

So happy that others

Envied his happiness. 

Once his glance fell on

A girl who dragged her
hated home

Throughout her life

That everyday was a drag

Of feet back home. 

But she made a home

Wherever she was

Full of people to love

Talk and laugh and tease

A real home of love. 

He without knowing all

Went to make a home

In her vacant heart

Has lost his song of joy

And happiness of heart. 

Blue bird

Yesterday, I saw a child

Doing what I want to do

But cannot do and smiled

It caught a bluebird

With its tiny hand

And spoke so easily