A Day Without Rain
The Somber Side of Waiting…
It has never been oblivion
That makes me see nothing,
Nor a change of heart that melted
This sensitivity to your presence;
So why can’t I see with these eyes?
The rivers have flown to a different channel,
With the warming atmosphere
That evaporated the dew I see at dawn;
The leaves have changed color by now,
Waiting for a turn of day and season.
I may have journeyed so long,
That the footprints I have left there
Was no longer visible to see;
Yet with guarantee I have made sure
I brought with me the sand on my feet.
I have buoyed myself for long -
Nearly enough to be soaked with oil;
It is not secret to you that I can’t swim -
Floating as much as I could
Despite the inexperience and fear.
Is this a test of courage?
I know not the answer, you see;
In here, I am blind in fear of losing
The only thing I surely believe in;
Courage, truly is for the deserving.
Had been years, I have contemplated;
I set off with the wind as my companion,
The single chance to be invisible I grab on,
The nameless query waiting every return -
Bringing nightmares even in the day.
To be high-spirited as I can be, I tried
Yet, as I enter the closet of knowledge
I end up blinded just by comprehending;
The irony itself is speaking backwards,
So give me reason why it appears a must.
Handkerchiefs I collected to make use of,
But a single tear it wasn’t wiped for;
It all now shed itself with tainted stripes
Of multi-colored fibers of uncertainty,
Doubting its use in the hands of the bearer.
Books are piling in bed of thorns –
A single page not read for its purpose;
Serving as blocks of termite nests
Hidden in a salt solution-filled trunk -
A Pandora’s box it resembled on.
A lamp post I claimed to be -
For years I confidently stayed stationary;
Is there even a light?
The question itself seemed twisted
That even my ears anxiously succumb.
A single step is needed – far too easy
Hitherto, a muscle is never moved;
This is something far-fetched as of the moment
For the same mind is picking-up sticks
In a heap of hay for a shipshape makeover.
Acquired language, there really is
But as of the moment, no sound can be uttered;
In my brain-attic it is all bottled-up,
Yet even my other self know nothing -
Either I skipped a step or forgot I learned.
Cats purr contentedly; dolphins ride the waves;
Eagles soar ambitiously; tigers roar with no doubt;
Yet I cannot fathom even the present thought -
When will fireflies know the danger of flames?
How do hornets pull themselves up to fly?
Dawn is near – a new sunrise for my eyes to see;
As it starts, I want to skip to see the crimson sky,
Confining the warmth of the next sunset;
There is too much to lose yet I feel no pain
Neither regret nor uncertainty for I got numb.
A story I always remind myself of –
About how a bamboo realized it differs from a fern,
Yet always reflecting to face the same dilemma;
The rustling winds come and go to whisper,
Asking which of the two I am relating with.
Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy cometh in the morning;
May this come true as I go out today,
That my troubled heart may know
And be reminded that you are waiting.
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