Miles
and miles of thoughts like clouds
floating outside the oval glass
Below the flapless wings
Of humongous metal bird
floating outside the oval glass
Below the flapless wings
Of humongous metal bird
A son goes back home leaving
Steaks
of fun and drafts of wine.
Streaks
of pink,
Orange, maroons and lilacs
Orange, maroons and lilacs
Virtually
painted at the horizon
Would fade soon when
The chase of time ends
Would fade soon when
The chase of time ends
And
this weary farmer’s son
Would land
to haggle through
To
labyrinth of rules and laws
To get
back to a lengthy rude ride
Along
the narrow roads
Of
human streams,
Eyes
close and dream rides back
Inside a cart of rainbow
To the
Hours, days and years,
Inside a cart of rainbow
To the
Hours, days and years,
A half clad kid walking
The
gravelly soil to rice fields
Watching the yoking of the beasts
Of desire and ambition
Drops of rain seducing the dry
Parched soil mixing with sweat from
The farmer's bare body.
The earthy fissures turning wet
To receive the plough's tongue
Turning pods of soil
Like churning of the young mind
Watching the yoking of the beasts
Of desire and ambition
Drops of rain seducing the dry
Parched soil mixing with sweat from
The farmer's bare body.
The earthy fissures turning wet
To receive the plough's tongue
Turning pods of soil
Like churning of the young mind
Watching from the banks of the field.
Dreaming
to escape the dredge
That was the dad’s pleasure as well as pain.
Not to
his own son, dad thought
And wished and yearned and even goaded
And wished and yearned and even goaded
The son
to grow wings
Escape to
towns of remote lands
Yet
longed without words that he would
Return
to the father and the dry banks
To
oversee the hired hands
Toiling
the slushy soil, one day.
The son
knew but pretended otherwise.
Father’dreams
never match
The
son’s ambitions. The farmer knew that,
The son
did not then.
Leaping
from the lips of wet earth
The son
vaulted himself to
Known
treasures and unknown
Pleasures
to strokes of luck
And
Lust for life
Values
of new shores and
Calls
of anonymity
Escaping
the leash of love
Limits of emotions.
Limits of emotions.
Dreams
of desires
At distant bazaars
Uprooting links
Breaking limbs
Shedding covers
Baring the nasty selfishness
Chasing loveless goals
Drifting, floating in flood
Aimlessly to anchor again
Then again escape from
New tethers of ties, naked bare love.
At distant bazaars
Uprooting links
Breaking limbs
Shedding covers
Baring the nasty selfishness
Chasing loveless goals
Drifting, floating in flood
Aimlessly to anchor again
Then again escape from
New tethers of ties, naked bare love.
Ultimate
freedom of enlightenment or
Roller
coaster of bohemian existence.
Chips
of life seeded
Growing
new mute ties
Freedom
of self forgotten awhile.
Why was the broken tether soldiered?
Why the Jolting
call and jetting back?
The
body of the farmer
Still awaits
in the morgue
To
receive his precious dream,
His
son, flying back with caged desires
Forgotten
unsaid promises
Missed
shores and yet
Missing
strokes of love.
