By Akash
Date: 28 March 2001
Just a thought...
I was dreaming, my half-asleep mind wanting to wake up,
But somehow the dream caught me up in a loop,
I saw a dark black sky with words scribbled randomly,
Every time I would try to clean it up, the words would reappear again.
Later when I thought about my dream, I wondered,
Is it ever possible to erase memories,
Feelings that were not inherent, inseparable now as they are,
Born from the womb of time, season after season.
Thoughts that are to be forgotten help in making simple joys of life very contrasting,
Like days when everything mesmerises me,
The wind seems to whisper musical notes in my ears,
Even a simple dry leaf bequeaths the best acoustics as they crunch under my feet.
What all nature does to make me perceive her in the morning radiance,
Bright when the sun is up and shining - but alas,
My arms are not strong enough to untie the knots of time,
To feel the softness of her skin, the scent of her nearness and the silk of her hair.
And now I think if I die, will my love die with me,
Would I ever be able to write, would I have a voice, would I be heard,
Maybe in nature’s own way,
Every step she takes towards my grave will write eternal poems.
Yes, poems of love and sacrifice on the surface of this earth,
When the wind blows next time, it would whisper into her ears,
It would sing songs of me, reassuring a part of me would always remain,
With her, until the day we meet up in the heavenly skies.
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