it is my heart that keeps me going
may be those tiny steps I took
or that little poem I wrote for us
the rain swept away all that was deep within
and my cheeks stayed dry
for the years of forbidden life
for the passage of time that stood still
for the tunnel that always had light
did I ever speak those words
did I ever say all that was needed
or I always felt short of
one single inch from wanting
one half step from alleging
one tiny note away from perfection…
That slumber I fell into
could have been another abyss
for those words that came calling
from your shores
touring unknown charters..
but one little nap froze me
into another wakeful unanimity
held me captive for another lifetime..
do I surrender to tender moments
or I draw pleasure from drowsy yester moments
or I sit on my proverbial bench
in that little corner in the midst of meadow
or I run amuck and climb that hill
to watch change of guards
and arrive afresh for one more lap of eternity…
birds chirping through this maze of a day
sunshine searching for dew drops to evaporate
sounds that fill spaces left vacant by silent noise
hands that labour till they fall by the side tired
lives that are spent yet needed to be restored
wheels of time fly till they reach farthest skies
scarecrow they erected has familiar face
winds that blew cold turning warmer by each passing day
grass this side and beyond the fence turns greener
flowers that shone in her hair fragrant as ever
rose she carried sits silently in her drawer
with crimson lips it repeats unsaid utterances.
time on my shores stands still
till it gets tired of stagnation
and rides the tide to flow away
to wait for me to arrive
my feet strutter for the sheer glory of it
and deep within me
I shudder
just the thought of lame words
thrown my way
the stories of warriors of this world
tear me down to a pair of trembling legs
yet this is the fight I am unable to stand
the pit of my enclosure
sinks beneath this outward valour
and I laugh aloud
since the simple pleasure of a deep throated weep
has not been bestowed upon me…
pick up that word
pin it down with ink
for if I keep it on my lips
I tend to fall in love
pick up that word
and sow it in your soil
if I let it lay unmoistened
it fails to bring fruit
pick up this word
throw it across the river
for if it strayed in theses streets
it will flatter unknown souls
let it deserve your hands
let it touch you down till it reaches your soul
for if arrived
this word will prove my existence
I will be freed of hung suspension
my excursion among stolen moments
from within my turmoil
will be the homecoming
of this single brazen word…
another day lived through
and I feel it in my bones
all that hunger and thirst
all that wanting for pure
warmth of food that washes down my throat
quenching of thirst born out of cold
that little pebble strewn in the path
and that tiny diamond shining through the night
another day lived through and through
is it the evening that calls out aloud
or that old shaggy expression on my mind
do I conquer my own shallow depths
or do I climb the ghosts of sand dunes
as I set my foot to traverse through this maze
as I scribble one more innocent page
I visit a falsehood
a notion of arrival
and my eyes set themselves
on that blankness infinite…..
