Waiting for that World

Another year end arrives

With seasons flying in frenzy

My life took a turn -

Not known before;

I missed the beauty – Of

The other road before the turn!

Nothing can ever give me,

Nor show me those paths again-

That lay hidden in the mist of beliefs!

Their beauty –unrivalled

About which I knew not-

But my heart knows well now!

On the days of sadness and of joy-

In nature’s soul – I search-

For the signs of that unknown world!

In the song of a beautiful bird-

And in the dance of butterflies-

In cloudless night skies of shining stars -

And in the rhythm of falling raindrops-

Heart tunes to hear the angelic voice;

I wonder how far that world is-

Or is it just around me?-

In the air I breathe and the

Wind that caress my face?

Or in the warmth of one’s love and kindness?

Without which my days here

Are just like the waves of the sea-

Embracing the shores again and again

Like the daily rituals of some bygone times!

Mirror on the wall

On the bare walls of the little room

There hangs a mirror – polished and shiny!

Stone-studded beautiful roses

Adorns its shape – oval and thin!

Not a mark nor a patch - lowered the perfection

On the frame or on the surface!

But still obvious – a blandness so weird!

I wonder why and doubt the room - so small

Suddenly there comes a woman

With her infant son hugged close –

With his little arms around her shoulders!

Their beautiful eyes shine as they see the mirror!

And with a smile so perfect - looks at it-

I see the blandness go away,

And the craftsmanship rewarded!

On the forehead of her little love

She presses her lips – eyes closed

A moment of selfless love!

Captured by the mirror on the wall

And the heart of a silent beholder!

Don't go far away...

Oh my dear brother and friend

From a place far away from mine

You make me smile through my tears

With your songs!

In times of darkness

Comforts with sweet angelic voice!

You make me laugh with

That sense of humour,

Everyday you show me how to help others,

And asks to listen to my heart

To find peace!

Now they say you’re gone..

But I saw you just now..

And you sang to me to watch TV all day on Xmas!

I believe and I know- you’re standing there

Behind that tree in the garden,

As if playing hide n’ seek..

Don’t go far away..

For I need to come and find you

Else I’ll lose my way in this world

Without your voice singing!

George Michael - A Tribute to the Great Singer

Where have you gone, Orpheus of our times?

Leaving behind your lyre and songs ...

The season of giving, mourns – shattered

With beautiful flowers and burning candles! 

Tributes in teary eyes and sad, soulful renditions!

Oh let this just be a dream…

I close my eyes to reject the truth

But my anger swirls up - has no bounds

Anger at a world of thankless people

Who hailed you once, only to disdain later

And pushed you from calm waters to a chaotic whirlpool

Of people wearing masks with hollow feelings

For whom you sang relentlessly, till your throat ached

And danced till your feet bled..

And took the hard blows of sharp stones thrown

For reasons which are of no concern to them!

But your voice drowned the cruel Sirens' yells !

And where have you gone now?
Leaving your Argonauts in devastation!

The rise of sun seems just a ritual!

And the sea of despair is deep and dark-

Lost in the roaring waves of pain

The world grieves for a kind soul, gone so fast.

The loss of an icon whom I never met,

And might meet, only when my road ends,

This enigma of affliction - I do not know;

Pain never seems to ebb away-

And I wander like a cloud,

When the angelic voice sings so beautiful-

Of life and love and hope and guilt,

Asking for freedom and patience.

Eyes well up with tears

I want to hear no more songs

My feet fail to tap to the rhythm of notes

And my lips hesitate to hum a tune

Can the flow of tears, ever be a solace?

For a heart, heavy with loss?

But I say - Oh Orpheus of our times, do not glance back-
The beasts and the Maenads of Dionysus are still here!

You were the gift from God to an undeserved world,

Don’t let your generosity make you suffer more.

Go home back to the angels-

And sing with the Seraphim in heaven

Where the Lord and whom you loved, wait for you!