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Know Why The Caged Bird Sings!
And I try walking backwards.
Fresh smile at the table,
Dressed for work,
Knots at the right place,
And you feel I slept sound.
And I try walking backwards.
No frown on my lips,
Greetings with a warm face,
Words sweet and tender,
And you feel I held up.
And I try walking backwards.
No tears from my eyes,
Nor twitching of the lashes,
Nor moistness at the corners,
And you feel I have not cried.
And I try walking backwards.
For you have not seen my wet eyes,
Nor faltering lips or spasmodic nights,
Caged am I still! You now know!
Know why the caged bird sings.
The Closing Bell
The mind gazed at the sky,
Both barren, blue and dry,
Not even a cloud out high,
Or a thought crossing by.
Been through such a time?
Eerily silent as a broken chime,
And the night in her hours prime
Weaving magic with her acts mime.
Just when the prologue was ’bout to end,
And the purity was ’bout to transcend,
A gust of wind had the feathers ruffled,
And, the act was enveloped in noises muffled.
The rough winds hissed in from the north,
And dragged strange fears forth
Like men concealed in the Trojan horse,
Unlocked the gates for emotions coarse
The soul wedged in the night yelled.
I, like a stunned soldier, beheld
The rummage began taking its toll
As despair massacred the timid soul
With the epilogue still to play,
And the actress distraught in the fray,
The waning moon escorted her through,
As she hid her face, her discoloured hue.
*
The war was done.
I know not who won,
Who seized the stage
Emptiness or rage.
Feeling the Rain. Still.
Standing on the edge of the cliff.
As I stared at the far off horizon, I could
Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,
And feel the fleeting winds zip by.
All of a sudden, it started to pour.
Leisurely, and then gained pace,
I stood there, drenched in the rain,
Not willing to go, feeling inane.
The evening gradually rolled in,
Wrapping the earth in its gloomy veil.
I stood there, absorbing the last few rays
Piercing through the long drawn haze.
And I lay down on the ground,
Soaking my soul in the numbing sounds,
I lay there, with my awakened sense of touch.
Never have I enjoyed the shower so much.
Know not when I fell asleep
Know not when the morning broke
I woke up, with the sun staring at my face,
Shining vigorously with all its grace.
As I stood up, my dress dripping wet,
And turned to go back to my place, I could
Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,
And feel the fleeting winds zip by.
– A night dedicated to the rain Gods
Standing on the edge of the cliff.
As I stared at the far off horizon, I could
Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,
And feel the fleeting winds zip by.
All of a sudden, it started to pour.
Leisurely, and then gained pace,
I stood there, drenched in the rain,
Not willing to go, feeling inane.
The evening gradually rolled in,
Wrapping the earth in its gloomy veil.
I stood there, absorbing the last few rays
Piercing through the long drawn haze.
And I lay down on the ground,
Soaking my soul in the numbing sounds,
I lay there, with my awakened sense of touch.
Never have I enjoyed the shower so much.
Know not when I fell asleep
Know not when the day broke
I woke up, with the sun staring at my face,
Shining vigorously with all its grace.
As I stood up, my dress dripping wet,
And turned to go back to my place, I could
Feel the clouds lurking somewhere in the sky,
And feel the fleeting winds zip by.