SOLITUDE
The moon sobs, I head towards the window
Bedimmed and grim, alas, it has lost its glow.
The silence is at an ear-callousing crescendo
Why is the moon sad , I am desperate to know.
The blustering wind outside makes the trees dance.
Ears pricked, senses alert, I watch, as if in a trance .
This dancing finesse draws a roaring applause
From the clouds , as in my ruminations , I pause .
With malevolence, the clouds rumble and grumble
With my chaotic feelings , in the solitude I fumble .
In the cacophony, trying to hear my heart beats
And remembering long forgotten words of Keats.
Alas, the 'sweet converse of an innocent mind '
Has fallen to the inexorable sweep of time unkind.
The moon sighs at the shenanigans of mortals
When lost innocence suddenly lisps and chortles .
And with baby steps , into the present tumbles
Looking for mother's lap, it stumbles and fumbles
And one ominous cloud after another , grumbles
In the distance , a lullaby a fond mother mumbles.
Lo and behold, in the corrosive darkness all around
Something flutters and, magically ,fireflies abound
Bright with hope and promise and shimmering light
Trying to cock a snook at the dark, intimidating night.
They flicker, pregnant with fire , bloated and steady
Wrapped in the fragrance of the jasmines heady
Tick , tick goes the ancient and grotesque wall clock
As, with my heart, I have a heart to heart talk.
Solitude no longer daunting , is like mother's hug
Warm , welcoming and snug , like a bug in a rug.
In this winsome bondage , memories riotously rage
Fluttering merrily in the compassionate cage.
Replete with mother's caresses, so loving and soft
Thus fortified by the touch, I hold myself aloft
Lit by the spark of the fireflies in the dark.
My heart now, begins to sing happily like a lark.
My confused path now lit by the feisty fireflies
No longer in ambush lie the dormant sighs
On a new journey of companionship I embark
My solitude no more sullen ,but a joyous spark.
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