#65 The Boy Walking in Time

Once upon a time, there was a boy
He walked on and on,
To reach a destination he never had.

Where was he going? He didn’t know.
What was the reason? Nothing kept him home.
How long would he walk? Who knows, it’s life.

Through the ups and downs, mist and rain,
The boy still walked on,
To a land unknown.

Five years ago, the boy met a woman
She hid behind a lot of mysteries, she was the unknown,
She was the Princess of the Clouds!

She asked where he was headed,
The boy couldn’t respond, he said he only walked
She smiled and said, I’ll walk along.

The boy stopped on his tracks,
Lost his desire to walk anymore,
He knew now he was home.

Now, five years later,
He comes back home one more time from another walk,
Will everything be the same?

It’s late night, travellers find rest in the sarai
The boy must walk on,
He has a place to reach tonight.

This time he knows his destination,
He knows the way and the reason,
Tonight the boy walks on, he must reach home.

Truly said, home is where heart is,
The boy realised, “my heart is in the East, buried far beneath,
Where Princess of the Clouds lives!”
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#64 Tryst with Art, Ajanta & Ellora

Time stopped and I stood there
Gazing at marvels of human touch,
It made me speechless and numb
Thinking how could anyone make something so beautiful?

Cold and damp, dark and slippery
Rocks and rocks, caves in them
No life in sight, a steep descent,
Still monks and artists brought these alive.

For whom did they toil so much?
No money, no fame, no glory, no name!
Still they left their marks with lots of pain
In the name of devotion, something I cannot understand.

I bow my head as I still stand
I cannot think of anything else
Wish I was an artist who understood,
Or at least one who imagined as bright as you did!
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#61 friendship of the lonely man

In the nights of solitude I gaze at the sky
I have my own made up conversations with the Moon.
And the stars chime and giggle at their amazement,
Of looking at the one without any employment.

The Moon asks me, how earth is, it is so far!
I tell all about my slavery, what life has been.
Moon chuckles, for the Moon has endured a loneliness without time.

Sometimes the clouds come in between with their serious voice,
Covering the Moon they stop our words,
They interrupt with their calls for sleep.

Clouds say, human you have been disrupting the calm!
What work you might have talking to the Moon?
It is not your work to let the Moon know about how earth is,
For the Moon does see when everyone else is asleep.

I, puzzled, ask back, why would the Moon only want to see when others sleep?
Clouds reply, the Moon wants to keep all warm,
Those who have no joy in their lives.

I thank the Moon silently before I go to bed,
Watch over me as I dream about a better day, tomorrow,
When again the Moon would be there to talk to me.
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#46 Mirror of Colours

Tearing through the haze smirks a shout
A whirling run makes life a lot less complicated
What was together from the start
Has now gone away in two different ways.

Starting at the night the fears become stronger
Loneliness feels less lonely, at least one companion
The pillow doesn’t get wet, they think I have matured.
Only if people knew how bad it hurts to pretend and live.

The mossy undergrowth has decided to cover the scars
Can the light pass through the broken glasses just the same?
Tonight a few drops rain again from the sky,
Wind will blow, time starts healing once more.

Feelings cannot be seen through the eyes,
They can be painted by heart and realised.
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#45 When Flowers Die

When the sun glitters across the rain washed horizon
When I feel lonely to even walk away.

The stars might have seen me many a times peeking
But I have not been able to look up since then.

There is a time when flowers dry,
Sky darkens and the day ends in tears.

Life is so very different now that memories remain,
Of scents vanished forever of all happinesses that had been.

Nights went in solitude while I sat with my shadow
Cast on walls talking to each other but not me.

The tree creeper wrinkles round,
Pain, is who decides to be my only mate.

Feelings have left, I am caged. I want to escape, life doesn’t let.
What I was before, I still wish to be.
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#44 Numbness, a bit.

Walk out of here,
Remember the times we spent together!

The last curling smoke
The feelings of the life before.

The broken glasses and the shattered dreams
Are not the only things that broke.

Walking over is painful
Knowing you don’t have a fault is killing me more.

Holding hands this long
Memory is a rope that now hangs me till death.

Known long enough,
To forget will take this lifetime.

How do you see my tears,
In the pouring rain?
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