Sunday, 7 October 2012
I have forgotten
the color of dawn-break,
sky's blue bowl awash
with a million scintillating sunbeams;
And the red-hued Disk,
smiling with all its might;
the sight of the golden morning-light.
the feeling of the cold wind in my hair,
and the soft warmth
of the new sun,
on my shoulders;
and the scent of the earth
as reassuring as the sight of an old friend.
I look for,
the sleepy slowness of the noon;
when drenched with the monotony of the day,
the Sun - yellow with boredom;
labors absentmindedly on his path.
I cant find,
the weird frenzy of twilight-
while a multitude of shrieking restless birds,
fill the sky
in an epiphany of delight.
And Hyperion retires after the hectic day,
back to Hades' dark cave.
the silent stoicism of the night;
of Moon's white, wizened face;
and the darkness
of the sky,
lit inadequately by a million pinpricks of light.
Now all I see are dusty smoggy mornings,
and nights gloomy with mist and fog;
The cuckoo no longer sings nor do the crows chatter
- and it has been a while since I saw either.
The only streams I see now-
are those of traffic flowing endlessly;
And the only sounds I hear now-
the angry honking of cars;
And swarms of confused busybodies,
are the only people I know.