For those, Who seek Rhythm in their Life
There is a little market.
No, it doesn't open everyday,
Only when the god rests,
these little elves, in their heavy satchels,
carries, drag, roll, tumble, unload,
gems; gems of bark and ink, sometimes cardboard.
From the gate of Delhi, to the Main Mosque,
No, it doesn't decorate both sides of roads,
Only left, left only to them.
They bring their carpets, rugs,
or sometimes sit upon bare spine of earth
and pour out their gems out, waiting for buyers.
"It's too expensive","What's bulk discount?"
"Other one is giving cheaper","Oh!! its too old"
chatters, murmurs, hustle-bustle all around,
and a few good gems do found
praising hands, and full wallets
Oh! It's all business.
Hardcover, or Paperback, these gems,
don't discriminate, that's left to us.
Some are discarded during great shelf's rearrangement
other just read and done.
Oh, but they will find someone one day
'Cause in that market, nothing change.
I was at platform, the other day
waiting for my train,gazing at the track,
suddenly someone patted my back and said
"Long time,No see! remember me, I'm mack.
Haven't seen you since the school,
How are you doing nowadays,Patrick?"
"I am fine",I said,"How are you? Everything's cool?"
"Just as great, Where are you headed?"
"To college, as usual. Where are you headed?"
"Oh! I am just on my way to the bank.
Do you remember all our deed,
all our mischiefs, all our prank?
How we planted cockroaches in Matthew's locker
How we changed the classroom sign,
how we make-uped the sleeping guard to joker,
and then we have to pay some heavy fine?"
I laughed heartily,"That was a good one.
Tell me some more about the good ol' days"
"Well there was one time, it was so fun,
when we put fire beneath fire alarm, anyways
We had so much scolding,then black listed,
from that day onwards, I vowed to be better,
I worked hard...." suddenly our focus shifted
to the coming train,"Have to go. See you later"
Then he boarded the train, and sat by the window.
Then I saw my other friend coming to me.
"Who was that guy,John?", he asked. "I don't know.
But he was a good time-pass. Wasn't he?"
I was visiting my village, after a long,
My mind was singing the childhood song.
I came out of bus, and walked to the village,
but the feet changed the direction, to my amaze.
I was going to the forest, to my old tree,
the one which we all used, when free.
On my way, remembering the good ol' days
playing with my friends, on the tree, we say
'Let's never forget our friendship, and the tree,
will keep it in alive in our memory's sea.
We used to climb it, sit on top;listening,
birds chirping; wind's voice; blossoming flower, water flowing.
But when I reached it, it was not there,
I was shocked, and searched for it everywhere.
Then something caught my eye, A burnt tree,
Struck by lightening, my eyes weep.
How cruel time is, nothing left of my memory,
remembering the good old days, I hugged the tree.
But as I was about to leave, something I heard,
I went in the direction of voice, across the fields of mustard.
What I saw, touched my heart deeply,
some children were playing beneath another tree.
But they didn't see me, I was hiding,
in the memories of past, my heart was gliding.
I turned and went back, carrying all my memory,
It will always be alive in my heart, my childhood tree.
I remember when I was young,
Everyday, I danced and sung,
With the girl, I loved the most,
Near the lighthouse, at the coast.
Her eyes, the big ol' blue,
Her lips, like roses In dew,
Her hair, like night before dawn,
Her voice, made nightingale moan.
But one day, as destiny decide,
She died, as her cycle collide,
With a truck, the driver tried,
To save her, but she didn't survive.
Now, I see her in another girl.
In the breeze, she swiftly swirl,
Racing with her, on cycle is fun,
But just like the last girl, I lose, she Won.
Then I planned everything, just like before,
Failed her brakes, and asked to race once more,
Then pushed her before the truck rolling,
Oh man! I love this same old familiar feeling.
Shar...
