Monday, December 24, 2012

In Her Backyard


She kept them in her backyard,
pretty ones, she had.
The twinkle in her eyes and...
her dimpled smile forever intact.
The pretty ones were of almost every colour...there were so many shades.
And there she was with her colourful tales...
of unheard music...of pirate ships n sails...
she spoke of fragnances of distant lands...
she spoke of hues unseen...
she spoke of walks down hilly roads...
she spoke of how the gold used to cover the greens...
she spoke of how bright light used to be...
her tales were as old as the lost kings n queens...
and...
i dreamt of a land...as pretty as the backyard...
i dreamt of all the shades she had...
i wanted to feel all that she spoke of...
the profound joy and love that she still has...

I sit here today...
as alone as i can ever be...
in a cradle rocked by agony...
in vain shall i search...forever and for more...
for in her backyard she would never let me go...
i shall search forever more...for a piece of Heaven
that i shall pray that it would be...
in my own backyard...for me.
sometimes you just need to feel...
sometimes u dont need to see...
At times what u see is how u feel...
And not how things are meant to be.
sometimes its all that u have ever had...
and...
at times its all that there can ever be.


composed in coorg...December 2012


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