Save Me

Comprehend me,
Is what I ask of you.
Cause here I am,
Entangled in my own being.
Here in this prison,
This path without direction;
This life without a meaning;
This pain without an end.
Waiting for the one,
Who’ll save me…


[Save me from this unforgiving world.
Save me from this life Ive given up.]
Will you SAVE ME…

I look everywhere,
Search in the yellow fields.
I scaled every peak,
Dived to the deepest sea,
Only to find your emptiness.
And I still wait.

SAVE ME…

Hope my last resort,
Fate, my betrayer,
Sorrow, my only friend,
This search getting me nowhere.
These walls that don’t hear,
This light that’s fading out,
This need that’s getting stronger.
These scars that just don’t heal.

[Save me from this vindictive world,
Save me from this lie of a life]
Take me away from this strife.
Deliver me unto the end.

Visions

Here as I sit by my window,
Watching the day slip by,
The rain fell dark and slow,
Quenching this broken self.
The streetlamps, like fireflies light up a small ghetto-
Barely surviving the incessant patter.
The glowing sun pushes through the dark clouds
To send in a ray of hope.
Shadows grew longer and faded—
Of people scurrying to and fro.
Their pain drenched in the rain;
The sorrows washed away.

Here I sit by my window,
Deserted by my heroes—
The world enveloped in darkness,
Blessing men with the Oblivion’s curse
--I ponder about stories untold….

The Dream

She lay on a torn mattress;

Consciousness departing.

Her body quivering

With every chill running down.

Her little brother,

Sitting quietly by her side,

Clutching her cold hands.

Her lips moving slowly;

Slurred indecipherable murmur.

 

She only wanted to see the train---

 

They ran,

Through the yellow mustard field,

Chasing the train,

Laboriously chugging along,

Bellowing black smoke.

The wispy clouds drifting,

In the clear autumn sky.

She, pulling her little brother along,

Failing to keep up.

 

---The ineffable joy of seeing The Train.

 

She had seen this,

In her dreams over and over again.

It was so real,

She could swear it had happened.

It was only an illusion,

A dream.

 

She lay on the torn mattress,

Every long drawn breath,

Dragging her to her last.

She looks at her brother,

As if to tell him something.

 

A sudden gasp,

And everything falls silent, still.

A tear rolls down,

Her eyes shut, forever.

 

“All I wanted was to see the Train”.

 

It was only an illusion,

A dream,

An yearning, never to be fulfilled.

 

 

 

 

 ref----Pather Panchali