Showing posts from January, 2008


I know someone weeps within this house.

I have often felt her silent cry

In careless moments as I wandered by.

She has haunted me at happy times

Like a vague morning dream.

I hear her sigh on evening walks

As I search for my fairyland,

I hear her whisper with the wind

The magic words she writes on sand.

She follows me on lonely roads.

I hear her singing in the rain.

But still I know not how she looks,

The story of her secret pain.

Meeting an old friend at the street

The other day, I stopped to talk.

We stopped there long and laughed and talked

Till I was on my own again.

And then I felt her watching me,

I felt her anguished tears as mine,

But when I turned around to see

Her shadow had slipped past from behind.

What is the sorrow that makes her cry?

What is the tale that she can’t tell?

Why stays she lonely in that house?

I knock the door but no reply.

To Charles Lamb

Children that never were,

How many years must you wait still?

How many of my own lit dreams

Must float along towards your shore

Before your million years have passed?

In what age will the reverie be true?

Must all unfulfilled dreams

Of Poets forever remain so?

Their words haunt me as Time rushes on,

Trapping me tighter everyday.

In what age shall I break free?

Disjointed Thoughts on New Year’s Eve

Disjointed Thoughts on New Year’s EveTime moves.It runs.It races.It flies past.Only I stand still waiting.No crashing meteor comes.Perhaps I too move a little,Say a bus stop or two.Why do I care anyway?Insignificant creature that I am,Why should I care which face of this planetFaces the sun’s same face again?And people sing and dance,The same moves, the same steps,Same words, the same old tired smiles-Cell-phones all over the worldTrying and failing to connect.And tomorrow the sun will rise again!I wonder sometimes:Does even the sun care?OrbitOur dear old girl is once more doneHer yearly tour around the sun.Falling stars did fall too closeBut the old girl still safely goesIn the same old beaten path.To drink her health we meet tonight.We sing, we dance, we turn off lightAnd cheer her for a future bright.And when the party ends at dawn,We’ll return home and carry onIn the same old beaten path.