#23 Lies

The truth that cannot be revealed
Just through words alone
Even my eyes won’t let me speak of them.

The answer lies in front
The shadow where I hide my feelings
Underneath the wasted Autumn leaves.

Your reactions to everything
The signals that you have given
Like a bright candle light
Do not reveal much
Except their own shadowy selves.

So just stop pretending now
And come face to face
Please pick me up and take me home.

#22 Partition Poem: A different story

A chaos rises as life falls down
My life shattered and forced apart.
I never wanted to grow up,
I wanted to cry!
On that nightmarish night,
When I was left alone to die.

This land that I now call my home
Is not mine, it was forced.
My home was on the other side
In purple lakes and blue hills,
But my religion took away my home
As they threw me across the border stone.

But my fate changed, I met a saint
When I had no food, no money, no hope –
He made me his family, and gave me his home.

I grew up to be this me,
With all these scars in my memory.
I still search for my parents
Though I know I’ll never find them in this life.

After twenty-four years my new home is free
But my religion, still stuck to me.

I can hope my family alive-happy,
And I’ll get them back is my only dream.

#21 Friend to the Sea

A roar, a crash
A sudden water splash
The sea, the mighty sea,
Crashing on fragile thoughts.

A girl in torn kurti,
Her oversized dress,
Almost falling apart by the wind,
That blows in her face.

Her curls flying with the wind
A dusty smile on her face.

She looks straight
To the horizon, where the sky greets the sea.
Why is she amazed, has she never seen this?
But she seems a local, this a common scene.

No! The sea is never static, never the same,
With the evening light, an Evening sea,
With the northern winds, a Northern Windy sea.

The sea forever alone and waiting,
And she, an only friend to the sea.

#20 Where Will I Be?

An end to all tests that once started
With this there will be finally time
For my holidays and me, to follow,
The calling of an endless spirit trail.

As I seek to vanish down life,
Far away from where I would naturally be,
In helpless bondage where the body merely survives,
I’ll revisit these happy memories.

Let’s start at point one, where sea and sky meet
Wrecks lie like shredded skeletons of the past conquered fears.
Drowning so many hopes, in so little space
No chance to escape the waves, the life-boat tilts;
A new soul emerging since.

Warm sands to keep me company, a few footmarks
A lot of saltwater but no tear, I say!
It is my first walk away from home.

Then to the top from the deep
From a drive to a flight, a desire even higher
I climb up places to reach a no man’s land,
Pictures will stay to show it was never another dream.

The valleys, the gorge, the steep hill guards,
To a modern path with guns, fires, and countless wars,
Lives lost to protect many many whims
Have left on the future, permanent scars.

Where flowers bloom and fools sleep
Dissent is the norm and neighbours come and steal,
What can we do but to wait and watch,
Strings of pearly waters and snow covered peaks.

I ask myself where to next?
Here on now where will I be?
The only answer that sticks onto me,
Moving on wheels, a bit more outside.

This is life, a constant change,
Stripping down to the bones, I hear echoes of voicelessness.