So, I just want to wait and watch; You are driving me slowly mad Like the purple in your hair clips My soul is right kind of sad Ink on my puffed up lips I kissed your poetry tonight Blood on my fingertips From the verses I had to fight Now people they come and claim That they know you as well as me They may have tasted one drop sometime But don’t know the depths of this sea And I have fallen and I am falling Hand me the hem of your chiffon dress And I have called and I am calling To surrender my pieces of chess For it’s you who hold me now Gravity is not part of the game Let go and you shall see just how I get lost in the search of your name So, I just want to wait and watch; You are driving me slowly mad Like the purple in your hair clips My soul is right kind of sad
He was born broken; one of a kind, A scarecrow one can find Here and there with splintered limbs Taught to always be half blind He was afraid even being undead As if everything he never said Can be heard through the silence Warring inside his uneven head
His name he remembered still Amen; meaning to fulfil But there were ashes in his waistcoat Of people he hurt but forgot to heal So he ran and walked and also crawled Eyes wide for one who had solved How a caterpillar in the end In a butterfly gets evolved
Days he spent in the random heat With shivering hands and on hobbling feet And at night he sought strangers known Who could tell where few roads meet And on bed made of carpet and cold He laid his flesh when it could no more hold The dreams of being young again When the promises were getting old
And in the morning, midst the fallen dew He thought of his life when it all was new Now what he has was being taken away When he already had so few But as the sun climbs its ladder high He marches once more to relive the lie Believing same as Icarius Wearing feathers would make him fly
And even today you can catch his glimpse The old man, who begs and limps, Through the mirror of mortal minds He is the maker of all the hymns One who tosses the coin for sun and rain The progeny of unrequited pain Hear his heartbeat as your own And in your vein his name: Amen.
To each word vibrating with voice I say you have no choice But to be uttered And then be left in the void To dissolve Into the common silence Of myriad things miming Life’s unwritten serenity
