The story of an umbrella lost in the wind
I was always a bunch of lost thoughts ,young and baffled thoughts
But she was serene and calm
We surveyed those countless specks
That night a stretch of blue
The desert winds ruffling our words
"Isn't this a marvel? "
I manage to speak:"The lights change from day to night, as perfectly as they should
What with all our cares and burdens today
As we lie here on the grass
Only this piece of earth is real
Our little worries will race past us
Every prayer shall be answered, every wish shall come true!"
She listened and just listened
Seeing stars beyond my sight.
One of my sojourns was hers too
She was wistful, she was deep
In her dreams,such lofty dreams
She yearned for a treasure
That treasure the world has long lost
Maybe scraps of it was thrown in a sunrise
Or in the smell of books
Maybe the spring breeze knows that route
Or it is the lone tree's secret
Peace bloomed when we mused
But it was a brief while
And it was never enough.
Sometimes a lake, sometimes a sea
Sometimes a flute, sometimes a poet's whim
Sometimes the laws of nature
And sometimes the warmth of coffee
She has been it all and I know her for long
As we chased trails rough and obscure
Her hands never left mine.
Now I am just an umbrella..speckled and checkered
Drifting in the wind
Above pacific waters
Singing of eos and eventide
I know I am a vagrant on the mountains
Shielding myself with these old paintings.
Through rain and through sunshine
I become some traveller's shade for a blink
Only to move farther away
To the unknown.
But she was serene and calm
We surveyed those countless specks
That night a stretch of blue
The desert winds ruffling our words
"Isn't this a marvel? "
I manage to speak:"The lights change from day to night, as perfectly as they should
What with all our cares and burdens today
As we lie here on the grass
Only this piece of earth is real
Our little worries will race past us
Every prayer shall be answered, every wish shall come true!"
She listened and just listened
Seeing stars beyond my sight.
One of my sojourns was hers too
She was wistful, she was deep
In her dreams,such lofty dreams
She yearned for a treasure
That treasure the world has long lost
Maybe scraps of it was thrown in a sunrise
Or in the smell of books
Maybe the spring breeze knows that route
Or it is the lone tree's secret
Peace bloomed when we mused
But it was a brief while
And it was never enough.
Sometimes a lake, sometimes a sea
Sometimes a flute, sometimes a poet's whim
Sometimes the laws of nature
And sometimes the warmth of coffee
She has been it all and I know her for long
As we chased trails rough and obscure
Her hands never left mine.
Now I am just an umbrella..speckled and checkered
Drifting in the wind
Above pacific waters
Singing of eos and eventide
I know I am a vagrant on the mountains
Shielding myself with these old paintings.
Through rain and through sunshine
I become some traveller's shade for a blink
Only to move farther away
To the unknown.
I have become a fan of your poetry. Here and there, it sounds as beautiful as Neruda.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bodhi for the kind words :) Will try to write more. Hope you are finding time to write these days. Haven't seen anything from you in a long time.
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Thanks. I saw this post only now.
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