THE STORYTELLER
The storyteller who told his stories,
His very own stories – of love,
Of loss and misfortune,
Of grief and pain,
Of his life in years past,
Is lost and gone forever
Drowned in the abyss
Of his own world.
The storyteller, who had fancies
And who loved and lost,
But still told his stories
To someone who never listened
And asked him to stop,
Is lost and gone forever
Drowned in the abyss
Of his own world.
The storyteller, who had dreams
And who spoke of his love
To which no one paid heed,
For which no one cared,
And for which he loved again,
Is lost and gone forever
Drowned in the abyss
Of his own world.
The storyteller, who is dumb now
And speaks no more of his stories
But still dreams and fancies
And loves again just to lose
And melt in the mist of indifference,
Is lost and gone forever
Drowned in the abyss
Of his own world.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
DREAM AND REALITY
Another day in hell,
With cuts and bruises
And lacerating wounds,
Ends in desperate dreams:
Dreams in which I am measured
And judged and scrutinized.
There were dreams of darkness,
Of estrangement and indifference,
Of decadence and anonymity
And of the growing darkness,
Tearing us apart and engulfing
The space between You and Me.
And when I thought that
They were just nightmares
And I pinched myself
To wake Me up, and lo!
Can you guess what I saw?
And what I felt around Me?
It wasn’t a dream at all
But the reality staring at Me!
Or maybe the dream came true
And shattered my Neverland.
Or maybe the reality was a dream,
And the dream – a reality.
Another day in hell,
With cuts and bruises
And lacerating wounds,
Ends in desperate dreams:
Dreams in which I am measured
And judged and scrutinized.
There were dreams of darkness,
Of estrangement and indifference,
Of decadence and anonymity
And of the growing darkness,
Tearing us apart and engulfing
The space between You and Me.
And when I thought that
They were just nightmares
And I pinched myself
To wake Me up, and lo!
Can you guess what I saw?
And what I felt around Me?
It wasn’t a dream at all
But the reality staring at Me!
Or maybe the dream came true
And shattered my Neverland.
Or maybe the reality was a dream,
And the dream – a reality.
YOU AND ME
The dark sunlight streams in
Through the half-open window,
Mocking the bright darkness within
And mocking me lying low.
Cheerful chirpings shatter the noisy silence
And whip the deserted deaf
As the dog returns from the fence
Of the house where nobody is left.
Butterflies colour the grey still life
While withered flowers wryly smile,
Leaving a trail where no one is alive
In a world of misery and guile.
The door is locked now
And the song is dead.
You know not why or how
My heart is heavy as lead.
Now You take lies for truth
And keep me away from You.
I hope it does You good
Because I still love You.
The dark sunlight streams in
Through the half-open window,
Mocking the bright darkness within
And mocking me lying low.
Cheerful chirpings shatter the noisy silence
And whip the deserted deaf
As the dog returns from the fence
Of the house where nobody is left.
Butterflies colour the grey still life
While withered flowers wryly smile,
Leaving a trail where no one is alive
In a world of misery and guile.
The door is locked now
And the song is dead.
You know not why or how
My heart is heavy as lead.
Now You take lies for truth
And keep me away from You.
I hope it does You good
Because I still love You.
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