A word

Slowly given,
A word floats tender,
Yet warm,
Caressing my cheek
With insistence…

A word,
Flows over the mountain breeze,
Touching sky,
heav’n whisper’d
Slow, yet steady, now growing,
Now fading…
As if they never were there…

Now still,
Hush…
For they again be whipped about… as
Paints tossed with careless touch,
A glow… slow emanating from
the world into our meager attention….
Warm words,
Words to curl up with
Words that make life…
Words that give
Reassurance…
Words that give pleasure,
Pain… keep you company
In earnest good…
Words that are your friends…

And yet I wonder
Are they just words…?

The dusk

Far away in the distance
Framed by the dying rays
Stood an old statue
Crack’d in places,
Looking so proud
Looking so evanescent
Yet… so strong…

And then it was gone
As a vision
Distant
A dream…
Something so fragile…
I didn’t know
What I should think…

And then the rays disappeared
Behind the last mountain…
The gray cloudless skies
And I looked… far away
A single ray, valiantly rising out
A gash of red on a gray blue sky,
And I failed to understand why…
Its struggl’d yet was triumphant
And then the lights changed…
And I saw a different reality

The dusk…
Took me into its folds…
Slow, tender…
And then I saw you…
Standing outside the dusk…
Waiting for me…
And then the dusk turned to night…

Solitude

A word,
Silently given, floating so tentative,
Yet wisp like
Yet there… growing stronger an instant,
Waning the next…
And I wonder what could it all mean
When at last I come to myself…
Solitude…
And I look afar off, and I know
I shall find peace…
Peace, against all…
And slowly, yet steadily,
I hear her voice…
Calling…
A voice silently floating over the
Vast plains…
To me.

It came, skirting, slow, afraid, yet,
At once, insistent… sliding over
A day long gone,
Surpassed by the night…
And proceeded by another…
And a voice…
Whisper’s solitude…
Me…

A dream

I woke up last night…
In the middle of yesterday…
And yet not today…
To carry on something that wasn’t
Revealed clear to me…
Just shown… in a hazy mirag’d dream…
And I struggled to make heed of it…
Something that was there…
Yet not there…

And strangely I felt so lost…
As if I had no friend in this world.
And the world was a stranger to me…

I walked the lonely’scape…
Running through the barren field
Fresh with the harvest and soft waving
Sheaves of harvest’d wheat…
Feeling them in the palm of my hands
As I passed…
Yet yesterday turned to ashes
Lost eternal… like the last ray…
Struggling to cast a stole’gleaned glance…
Ay at the day that was…
Yet my dream…
O’er the lonely’scape…unseen.

Ashes that were memories in me…
Dreams that were my companions…
And nothing that was real…

And then I looked beside me…
And found that she was standing afar off…
At the crossroads… waiting… for me…
Slowly still’d my heart… and someone who understands…
To take me home…
After a long day in lonely dreariness…
But then… I quiet wonder…
Wasn’t it all a dream…?

A wish

Far away, I sighted a misty mount…
Standing alone in the empty land
Rising like a phoenix, so proud
Out of the surrounding ashes

And it was there I saw,
Splashed clear
As an aberration to the tune
The mount, yet catching the last
Rays of the dying sun,
Orange, red, fiery yet fadin’ to blue…
Surrounding by gray moody mists,
As a craz’d painter splashing paint…
And I saw a clear hand,
Guiding a light…
So clear, yet near blurr’d…
Moving near… and yet so far…
And I wished that I could
Understand what it was all about…

For again the wish came
Slow… o’er the far distant dawn…
Calling out to me softly…
To come and make magical…
A wish….