I AND MY WORDS

She sat there, sketching While I was standing And people walked past Unruffled, as if pretending She sat there, a cloth laid out Held down by a few cents sitting On it with a few notes lying here and there While she remained stooped on her drawing Shriveled structure, eyes longing For the times when she was young And important, but now only a shadow When once she too was vibrant and strong Now all alone, I guess And no one to help, or offer any As we all remained aloof To her troubles and obscurity And she continued sketching While we breezed past her silently

The sun rolled by The moon looked on While we stood there Wondering what was wrong The blood of the martyrs Flowing like rivulets Thick and red, they were Going to a complete waste The spirits of the dead Kept staring at me Asking us questions silently How disappointing could you be? Our tears, our wounds, the deathly haze For what? Oh what mistake did we make? Was it for this miserable day? That kids are buried by fathers in haste? That mothers ran out of tears Crying for the missing ones And wives stare at the door Hoping they get their husband's glance That the dead would pile up in heaps While their flesh gets eaten by worms Only because no one can decide Who killed whom, and whose is the turn

Let us go towards that far away horizon, so that I can see you clearly in the sunlight, for the world blurs in my eyes your true beauty, by illuminating you with all that fake light. Let us go towards that clear blue sky, so that I can breathe in your fragrance, for the smells of the world tend to screen from me that which is your true essence. Let us go towards the mouth of the river so that I can truly feel you, as the mud and grit tend to hide from me your skin's true touch, your body's vigour Let us go towards the the ends of the garden of Eden, so that I can relish you truly, for all the world's tastes have obscured my tongue to your true your true taste, your true flavour I know we cannot run away from the world but we can definitely hide in its corners, for there is nothing more in this world that I want than you being with me forever.