The day my earphones died.
It is a funny little thing,
that takes over noon to noon.
regulates my moves
creating a certain groove.
Making me all so fine.
And then, one day,
mid a heartful croon,
it sighed,
patted my ear twice,
and died.
The phone stopped my song,
"Shhhh no one needs to know you listening to Nicky,
let's keep it between you and me."
I am starting to understand I guess,
why my earphones may have just given up and died.
Was it the 100th time of 'Blank space' by Swift,
that led to it's suicide?
Or was the death real slow, with Coldplay all night?
But now, I am annoyed,
the chatter of the real world,
is no music to my ears.
The restlessness is coming too close for comfort.
I stare at the phone, and it looks the other way.
Frankly, its glad to get the break.
I impatiently look outside the window.
Birds, you sing no more?
Fan, you hum so low?
Table, why so quiet?
Thoughts, stop that noise!
The day the earphones died.
Was not at all pleasant I must say,
but to not hide under a song,
is maybe what I need today.-
She walked afar and smiled.
The love story thus began.
Chasing her as she disappeared.
Was she a dream?
A figment of my feelings?
She kept me running,
in circles sometimes,
sometimes away from reality.
Following her,
across the sea unknown.
The love grew,
fear left at shore.
Where had she gone?
Days of despair,
but my love kept me going.
A thousand deaths,
but her haunting smile
kept me swimming.
And at a moment,
when there was nothing.
She was there,
her smile same as mine.
I met me,
in all of that nothing,-
If my presence
evokes emotion,
any emotion,
Look within.
We are all merely,
reflections.-
Home is
the rhythm you are born with.
But lost along the way,
Trying to match step to step
Tune to tune
Note to note
To a world symphony
gone dark
Now it’s a million notes.
Laying across,
But it’s not our noise, you see?
Which is mine?
The one closest to you,
One note..
that’s still playing over and over.
Albeit softly.
Listen, follow.
Sink into the rhythm..
Come home.
-
The fun fair is beautiful,
but I’m so sad.
It doesn’t have a merry go round,
and I want just that.
Play with the balloons,
the clowns are full of glee!
Stop being a monkey
and join us in the giant wheel!
But I lamented,
The fun fair is beautiful,
but I’m so sad.
It doesn’t have a merry go round,
and I want just that.
You are being silly,
Did you try the cotton candy?
The toys, the arcade,
The music must make you happy!
Frowning, I said,
The fun fair is beautiful,
but I’m so sad.
It doesn’t have a merry go round,
and I want just that.
Well it’s not here.
And it’ll never be.
Staying and grumbling
Is frankly ruining it for everybody.
The happy faces turned dark.
Stay, or be on your way,
They seemed to say.
Realising my folly, I said,
The fun fair is beautiful,
And I had a wonderful stay.
But my search for the merry go round,
begins today.
-
Dark consumes.
Like a swamp, it pulls you in.
A warm comfortable place,
it may seem.
Till you feel the need to escape.
It then drags you down.
Over and over.
But don’t give up,
Stay.
For, light reflects.
And one reflection is all it takes.
To make your way.
While you watch each dark hold,
break away.
And gently float like a single light ray,
to join a bright day.-
When one wants the fight to stop.
The clanging of shields against each other,
knives thrown at each other.
When one wants the noise to stop.
Bare open hands appear.
Ground calls the knees.
Cheeks beg for tears.
When you want the fight to stop,
you let the army come through.
And you realise,
it wasn’t the attacks that were hurtful.
But the fire to attack within,
was the one hurting you.-
There are so many stories
That go over and over
Like a never ending roller coaster
Start to finish,
In detail,
maybe an extra loop here and there
Over and over,
Little coins we drop
To make it climb and slope
The fears, joys, pain replayed
Small, big and fancy falls
Water splash
Or jungle crawl,
We have it all
Sound effects, background score
So secure
In our amusement park.
There is an exit
If we wish to step out
And if lucky
The stories stop
The ride halts
A silent room awaits us all.-
Like a kiss on a dog’s cheek
Touch of a new born leaf
As my life here nears complete..
Carry me, carry me home
Gently..-