Dusk falls on a city street
I am the homeless without shelter
Or a destination planned
Perhaps you have gone my way before
You have seen my face
But knew not how famous I am
To the world I’m a citizen at large
Destitute and hungry
If only I can snatch that piece of bread
From your laden table
If only you remember my name.
I once saw my father
though I never knew him in person
he came to me one night
his eyes taped up
blood stains on hiss weathered hands
we talked – well, I talked; he listened
I asked where he had gone all these years
of the things he had seen and dreamed
the loves he had and the hate he bore inside
he taped me on the head
had to go along, he said
and like that he walked into the night
I once saw my dad
and like that I woke up and cried.
The road was long
The journey into the night tough
So many we have lost along the way
Yet so many we have in turn gained
Though we split at the last junction behind
You got taken away when I needed you so bad
You were my standing shoulder
A rock I could rest upon
A water I drank
But like the god who flew too close to the sun
You left – gone too soon, so sudden
You will be missed
I will carry on still
With your grace, your love
Someday we will meet again
In time I will let go of this pain
Ever to walk tall in your shade
Until then, rest father. Rest.
All land ends at the sea:
All matter, including non-living
The sea was our birth
In death, after all joy, sorrow and pain is spent
The sea then beckons us to return
Recycled like a hurricane’s eye
Who knows what next we will become
Would we even care at all?
One day, and it is coming,
Just like the northern strong winds
I will become old and grey
Skin shrivelled and brain senile
Sitting often with a mug of tea in hand
And reminisce more about the past:
Did I love you enough?
Did I play with the kids often?
Did we smile and laugh a lot?
Just as we were there to bury our Dead
When we too become dead
Who will pick up the burden to bear?
So many questions
My mind grows weary with fear
This cup of tea is getting warm
Like me seated here by the fireplace alone
While outside it has started to snow.
Today I wrote a song to myself
Nobody else was invited
These walls shield my music
These lyrics I can only keep for so long . . .
Today I did away with you from my mind
I can only drink your wine too much
Before my pain, my hurt, these feelings
Become revelers at my wake . . .
Today the sun did not come out to play
It was the first day all over again
I walk the wilderness alone
All I have for company is my shadow . . .
This is a song to myself
Dark and bleak, so it seems
I hear Rama crying for her lost son
How was it to know it was me all along.