Thursday, October 13, 2005

Trilogy

1) Fallen dream

A stormy weather looms,
amid a mist of gloom.
Clutching onto only a wooden broom,
reminicsing of home in my own little room.

Lured by the riches of the promised land,
harboured fantasies of terming the wealthy and famous as friends,
yet what realised instead was a journey of lies and deceit in a lion's den,
leaving my lifelong hopes and dreams to a shattering end.

A poverty stricken cleaner I was,
to sing was my greater cause.
Yet all I learnt was that certain things in life are just never meant to be yours,
even if I had sung till my voice goes hoarse.

2) A love story that never was

Whenever I peered across the horizon to watch the sunrise,
threads of memory floods me with images of her soft angelic eyes,
which just seem to make my heart melt like a block of ice.
A pure and innocent tale of love at first sight.

I may be rather dull,
and we, seperated by miles,
yet I pine to scale the highest mountain and ride along the River Nile,
together,
after walking down the aisle
and taking our solemn vows.

Yet my feelings are akin to be trapped in a glass jar,
for I could afford neither a ring nor a posh car,
thus her suitors and I were never going to be on par,
as I could only watch her from afar.

3) Unwanted

Born out of wedlocks,
trapped in a game of toss.
Both parents claiming, "He's yours"
the poor child merely wished that born to this world he never was.

His mother gave him little food on his plate,
much less a birthday cake,
for she had labelled him a mistake,
a cruel trick played on her by fate.

He sobbed under every single star lit night,
pining for that glimmer of light,
hoping that with aid from some celestial might,
someone would just salvage his heart wrenching plight.

Friends

Whenever you are feeling down,
cowering in the darkest alley of town,
a helping hand will come around,
to comfort and ease your frown.

Life is akin to the roll of a dice,
one never knows what will happen till one has seen it with one's own eyes,
yet come what may one knows that they will be by one's side,
to aid in one's quest to turn the tide.

Alas,
good times never last,
for though they may have become a thing of the past,
these fond memories are etched firmly in my heart.


PS : written on the 27/7/05 in CAB bunk.