Silhouette of Innocence

Slow down a little my friend  , Take a  deep breath ;

Look for shade somewhere nearby ,Have a little rest .

It’s been years you have been running , Up and down that hill ;

That hill is wearing down now , you still have hours to fill.

Wipe out that sticky sweat , glowing on your forehead ,

The lines on it are growing in number ,Like the crumbs of a broken bread .

Untie your shoelaces , have a little spread ;

Let your ears drop their guard , and eyes close the lid .

Now with me remember  that little one , twenty  years ago ,

Amazed  by the books of mystery and wonder ,

how those eyes used to glow.

Remember how he used to run around ,  to catch the firefly;

And then free them all and look in wonder  ,as they lit up the night .

How he used to make those faces of the clouds in the sky ;

And then feared to look back again , when he caught the devils eye .

you will smile if you remember ,his sunny  days in school ;

how he choked on words and said  nothing  ,

to that pretty girl who spoke.

How he prayed for the game of cricket  to all the gods he knew;

Telling  them to be friends with one another and help him get his due .

Those innocent words rings clear in my head , so much of it was true;

But the little boy is now all  lost , and guile is all you know .

Don’t tell me it’s the way to be , as the world is same around ;

You just have  to do these deeds , nothing else you can  find .

Don’t tell me your heart still aches , when you see misery around ;

I have seen you joke and laugh at will ,  as someone nursed her wounds.

Success is a transit point my friend , it will come and go ;

Life is one that little boy lived , not the one you seem to know .

Look for him and take him back , he is just behind the door ,

Stroke his hair as he  slowly whispers , the key to live once more.

Cold Summer

Little sea washing it away ;

A little  food orphaned on its shore,

A left over of some fat mouth .

A bird crying or chirping ;

Aimlessly flying here and there ,

Doesn't know where to go .

Oh there is a path , the beaten one ;

Dusty , muddy , tanned and burned ,

Let it rest on its own .

There is a bench on the lawn ;

No one sit there any more ,

Its empty , broken and alone .

So here I stand and I am  looking around ;

I wonder What’s the point of it all .

Let me open my eyes , and see through this dream ;

But it still hurts when I fall .

Little streets across the muddy road ;

Makes me remember a tiny house ,

Which I once called home .

It is still there where it was ;

I have just moved alone ,

A little too far away .

Oh there is a song on the rain ;

It’s been a while since I sang ,

But it hasn't rained at all .

The summer has dried my little well ;

Which was a mirror to see myself ,

Now it’s just muddy hole .

So here I stand and I am  looking around ;

I wonder What’s the point of it all .

Let me open my eyes , and see through this dream ;

But it still hurts when I fall . 

When the River Burns .

Oh you are still here ;

sitting behind that little old window .

Looking somewhere far ,across the land;

I wonder who is there , the one you want to see.

There used to be a river across  , but has dried long back ;

But you keep looking for its signs  with weary eyes .

Like the river , they are drying too ;

shadows and grief is all that I can see.

There has been days , when they light up ;

Thinking the harsh summer has finally gone .

But the thought of spring is just a mirage;

Soon it disappears as you move closer .

The footprints of love forms a circle below ;

A circle of pain and unending loneliness.

You try to   hide them in your vacant smile ;

The more you do,   the darker they grow .

I know it hasn't been easy to face ;

You were living and laughing and finding yourself .

But those moments of horror has taken it all ;

Now the sounds of laughter is  noise that hurt ,

The more you drown the more it burns .

You can’t wash them away with tears my friend ;

Just keep the river flowing in your heart .

Time will bring slowly  the winds of change ;

Feel that damp moist breeze when it comes.

Someday the clouds will  gather , and it will rain ;

And your eyes will glow and dance again .