IF I COULD BE THE WIND

If i could be the wind,


I would fly away somewhere far

A world without any pain

Over the valleys of flowers blooming year round

Over fields of wheat.

Make them dance in my name ..



If i could be the wind,

I would laugh out loud.,

And play hide and seek with the clouds,

Sing with my mouth wide open..,

No making anymore diminutive sounds



If i could be the wind,

I would play long hours in the water..,

With sprays of the ocean

Wetting my hair,

I would kiss the sleeping mountains

And then run before they woke up..,

I would let the rain wet my cheeks ..

And dance in sheer glee..



If i could be the wind ..,

I would sit still for hours..,

Watching the sun snore beneath the sea.,

I would sneak onto someone’s terrace..,

To play with their kites..

If i could be the wind..,

I would play-wrestle with my brother breeze,

And together we’d run in full meadows ,

Joyous and never wanting to stop.,

We’d tickle the baby ferns –just to see them sway like that ,

And gurgle with the nearby brook ,

We’d watch over baby birds , as they make their

First steps in a world unknown...

If i could be the wind,

I’d snore softly in bed of fronds..,

Till the world needed me again.



If i could be the wind...

FALLEN

A Peck on my cheek as you leave for work,


When I stay at home,

For the day.

A phone call in the evening

To say you’ll be home early

And lets’ go out somewhere,

Just you and me.

I smile a little to myself,

As I get off the phone

Alarmed, excited I think

I am falling in love with you.



I’ve had a long day at work,

And nothings’ gone right;

I reach home exhausted,

When you smile as you open the door

And suddenly everything’s alright.

Give me a back rub,

Listening to me as I pour my heart out

You tuck me into bed with a whispered goodnight,

And Baby,

I am falling in love with you.





It’s the ill-fated weekend,

Your mothers’ coming!

I’m frantic, anxious

Everything has to be just right.

Your amused smile

Takes my breath away

Your soothing voice

My worries

And as her car pulls up

You hold my hand…

It is then that I think,

Maybe I have fallen in love with you.



A Saturday night

And we’re at an office party

A pretty colleague

Approaches you and asks for a dance

I’m unaware of this,

Till a hand encircles my waist,

And suddenly I am dancing

I see your friend frustrated, upset

In askance I look up into your eyes

And as you hold me tighter in your arms

And softly whisper “always, only with you “

I realize then

Fully and completely,

Just how much I love you.

AWAY

On a cold,cold stone floor



Waiting as the seconds tick by


For the rush of death,that surely must come


All is still.


But surely,certainly


death must want Noise.










In the quiet,i will pray


In muted mind,heart,soul


Perhaps for the first time ¬---


Let her come quickly, i plead.










The smell of blood


Unadultered,


Falling drop by drop


and I lie


Just lie.






The cold metal of the scissors


Comforting beneath my fast fading palm


The stench of the gutters


Assailing my weakening senses


And I lie.


Just lie.






On the cold,cold floor


Near the nullah


In the wait for her arrival


Drop-drop


From my veins


Diluted,


Polluted


By the gushing , unclean water.


Atlast, she comes.


Slowly, hesitantly, takes uncertain steps


And i see her


She is sad to see me.






We have met before


“you should have gone on..”


She whispers, so i strain to hear


I smile,


So glad she has come to me.


She bends to me,


Taking me in her arms and


Together,


We fly


Away


Away.

CHIMES

The nursery lies empty



As can be seen through the broken window


The cradle lonely,


The Barbies bereft,


And the chimes cry softly in the soothing wind …


A girl lived here once


Laughed and played


A lifetime ago it seems


For there is nothing but an echo


Of the era gone by






A little bear in the corner


Stares now


You can see the pain


In its lonely eyes


Something missing here it says,


Something gone before time.






Hush! Now, can you hear?


That faint gurgle of a happy child


Listen very carefully, like I do


Can you not hear?


A fading, tinkling sound...


Of a shiny new bicycle perhaps?


And now it is all quiet


All that is left


Is the painful resonance of a silent room.






I live with memories fragile,


Of a grassy meadow underneath puffy clouds


Running with her, and her colourful kite


Of a smiling young face


Lost somewhere to a sleeping angel


Of her sucking her thumb,


Tucked to sleep each night


But my memory is sieve


Struggles to hold


What I want to keep,


Tears well up, fall and don’t stop


Standing in the nursery that failed to keep her here,


And the chimes wail softly in the gentle wind,


Its wails die down,


Slowly,


Slowly,


Slowly…