As I sit beneath the vast sky,
only a lone fella sparkles for my company,
the evening is busy,
busy with the gossip of timid creatures.
Some sing in choir,
some out perform one another.
My blue terrace is rippled,
rippled by their white robe,
as they dress elegantly,
to aid charm to my evening,
but their play was short lived,
as the time drew curtains on them,
for the birds to return home,
and for the crescent of moon to board the sky.
The rustling leaves brought me back,
forget us not,
and then they clapped in joy,
when I smiled in acceptance.
I was dragged,
Dragged to court of law.
They said I am a criminal,
Criminal with the crime of highest order.
With a gentle nod and a humble smile,
I was questioned in the proceedings,
They said you captured His every creature.
In your lines,
In your rhymes.
I nodded without a doubt.
Then Furiously they asked;
Who are you to bother the setting Sun?
Who asked you to question the lonely moon?
As I was caught,
with the hand in glove.
They said you travelled with the passing breeze,
And took pride in the labour of bees.
And further said;
You stare too long at the bright blue sky.
I kept mum as the proceedings went.
As it was headed by the one whom I admired the most,
He took pride in my every crime,
As I shared my spoil every time.
I begged for mercy,
As I knew not;
what else to write.
That was my only crime,
That was my only crime..
Listen my mate, listen
what the passing wind says,
what the setting Sun says,
It says good bye,
It says farewell,
but with a promise of return.
listen what the thunder says;
He says he will bring the rain.
I do seek a promise,
a very similar promise.
time won’t dissolve,
the sweetness you poured in my life.
you won’t leave me on the seashore of endless ocean.
you won’t mute me,
while I talk.
you won’t stop me,
while I walk.